Love Is The Last And Secret Name

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

I See Myself As Rhoda, Not Mary Tyler Moore.

We Are All The Judges And The Judged, Victims Of The Casual Malice And Fantasy Of Others, And Ready Sources Of Fantasy And Malice In Our Turn. And If We Are Sometimes Accused Of Sins Of Which We Are Innocent, Are There Not Also Other Sins Of Which We Are Guilty And Of Which The World Knows Nothing?

It's Easier To Sell Junk When You're Known Than Works Of Genius When You're Unknown.

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.