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Continuing from my first contribution of June 28th (above).
More Robert aphorisms.....

I used to be manic-depressive but my doctor gave me something to stop the ups and downs. Now I'm depressed all the time.

This year for Lent I gave up...!

I'm firing on all salamanders.

He is a golfer, par excellence.

It's enough to cast a smile to those aside me, marching toward loneliness.

I feel as if I have tacked around the mark after an interminable windward leg, and now I am on a broad reach with the sun on my face.

This place is so isolated. They should put speakers in the field and pipe in the sound of crickets.

The best thing a woman can do for a man is to follow her instinct and reject him, thereby assuring he will reach his star, for he will always strive to believe that he was deserving of her heart. His key is not having what he wants the most.

Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus with a peg leg, and there’s a beaver chawin’ on it.

I twanged myself with my magic twanger.

Tell me where it hurts.

It was a cliché masquerading as an insight.

I have been accused of equivocation. True enough, but there are good and bad things about this.

I mine inspiration where I can.

I find it useful to consider the world as perceived energy rather than a collection of objects to be craved or criticized.

I feel hope fueled by hunger.

I have a hyperactive super-ego.