Mason Cooleywas an American aphorist known for his witty aphorisms. One of these such aphorisms Cooley developed was "The time I kill is killing me."...
Excuses change nothing, but make everyone feel better.
Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.
In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.
Living alone makes it harder to find someone to blame.
'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'
Worried about being a dull fellow? You might develop your talent for being irritating.
Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation.
Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder.
Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
Opportunity knocks, but doesn't always answer to its name.
Promiscuity is like never reading past the first page. Monogamy is like reading the same book over and over.
Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.
A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.
Psychology keeps trying to vindicate human nature. History keeps undermining the effort.
Travelers never think that they are the foreigners.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.
In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.
Moo may represent an idea, but only the cow knows.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
Women encourage men to be childish, then scold them.
I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments.
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
Observe decorum, and it will open a path to morality.
Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.
The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.
Magic trick: to make people disappear, ask them to fulfill their promises.
An academic dialect is perfected when its terms are hard to understand and refer only to one another.
If the world would apologize, I might consider a reconciliation.
In psychoanalysis, only the fee is exactly what it seems to be.
It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting.
City people make most of the fuss about the charms of country life.
We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.
Think carefully before asking for justice. Mercy might be safer.
Poor but happy is not a phrase invented by a poor person.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.
Dancing and running shake up the chemistry of happiness.
The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
Documents create a paper reality we call proof.
My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.
Children use all their wiles to get their way with adults. Adults do the same with children.
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.
Ideology has shaped the very sofa on which I sit.
If you call failures experiments, you can put them in your resume and claim them as achievements.
Creativity makes a leap, then looks to see where it is.
Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.
Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves.
As equality increases, so does the number of people struggling for predominance.
Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?
The power of lying is much less than the power of what is not to be discussed.
What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.
Kindness eases everything almost as much as money does.
Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.
Art begins in imitation and ends in innovation.
At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.
Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.
After an argument, silence may mean acceptance or the continuation of resistance by other means.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
I love you is the inscription on Pandora's box.
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.
Humor does not rescue us from unhappiness, but enables us to move back from it a little.
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.
Mistakes are the only universal form of originality.
Hatred observes with more care than love does.
Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.
I see what you mean, but I do not think what you think.
Don't stare into a mirror when you are trying to solve a problem.
The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.
Fail, and your friends feel superior. Succeed, and they feel resentful.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.
Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.
Without civilization, we would not turn into animals, but vegetables.
Writers mean more than they say and say more than they mean.
Preserving tradition has become a nice hobby, like stamp collecting.
Mistrust makes life difficult. Trust makes it risky.
Avant-garde art jousts with propriety, but takes care never to unseat it.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.
Modern pictures banish depiction for interfering with the workings of paint.
Always late: thus I make you the prisoner of my freedom.
Complainers rule out happiness, mentioning it only as something lost.
Complaining is the favorite pastime of millions.
I enjoy my rights, but I revel in my privileges.
One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.
Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.
I have tried being surreal, but my frogs hop right back into their realistic ponds.
Robert Frost: plain, strong, simple, and mean.
Telescopes and binoculars endanger the ever-distant sublime.