After A Certain Number Of Years, Our

Bohemia And All Its Works Are Vanished Out Of America; Or, More Exactly, Bohemia Has Migrated To The Middle Class, And Is Alive And Well In Condo And Suburb.

The Trouble With Happiness Is That It Never Notices Itself.

All Politicians Know That Every 'temporary' Political Initiative Promised As A Short-term Poultice Stays On The Books Forever.

An Essay Is A Thing Of The Imagination. If There Is Information In An Essay, It Is By-the-by, And If There Is An Opinion, One Need Not Trust It For The Long Run. A Genuine Essay Rarely Has An Educational, Polemical, Or Sociopolitical Use; It Is The Movement Of A Free Mind At Play.

The Power Of Language, It Seems To Me, Is The Only Kind Of Power A Writer Is Entitled To.