Normal Is Absolutely My Least Favorite Word.

As The Years Go On A Sense Of Deep Patience Comes Over One; One Seems To Know The Virtue Of Ripeness, And The Danger Of Rushing Events.

One Sank Into The Ancient Sin Of Anomie When Challenges Failed.

Today's Youth Seem Finally To Have Understood That Only By Freeing Woman From Her Exclusively Sexual Role Can Man Free Himself From His Ordained Role In The Rat-race: That Of The Rat.

That Is The Point Of Quotations. One Can Use Another's Words To Be Insulting.

Most Full Lives Are Filled With Empty Gestures.