Duty Is Whatever Opposes Inclination.

Sentimentality Is The Respect The Cold-hearted Pay To Feeling.

The Self-righteous Rule Out The Possibility That They Are What Has Gone Wrong.

As I Criss-cross The City Hurrying, I Feel Always The Unchanging Cold Beneath The Pavement.

We Take Refuge In Illness And Then Are Trapped There.

My Father Was A Patriarch Inside A Matriarchy, But Never Knew It.