Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.

If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.

Between repetition and forgetting, it is a marvel that a new thought ever struggles into existence

Even cats grow lonely and anxious.

Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.

Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation.