Mason Cooley (1927 – July 25, 2002) was an American aphorist known for his witty aphorisms. One of these such aphorisms Cooley developed was "The time I kill is killing me."
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.
Shaw writes as if it were always midday.
To make advice agreeable, try paradox or rhyme.
For some, bottles of liquor gleam like the towers of Eldorado.
Death is always there, just beneath the surface.
Travelers never think that they are the foreigners.
Curiosity is an asset mostly frittered away.
As desire recedes, the world becomes clear, pale, and empty.
Silence kills scandal.
Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.
Many try to force the past to change.
Failure makes us envious. Success makes us greedy.
The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.
Philosophy likes to keen common sense on the run.
My noisy denunciation trails off in doubt.
Most people see no reason to stop arguing just because an issue has been decided.
I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Nudity is the costume of lovers and corpses.
I tried self-sacrifice a couple of times in my youth.