My Self-absorption Warms Me; Yours Boils Me.

What I Eat Turns Into My Body. What I Read Turns Into My Mind.

Without Civilization, We Would Not Turn Into Animals, But Vegetables.

Shaw Writes As If It Were Always Midday.

After Voltaire: Envy Is Chained To The Portico Of The Temple Of Glory And Can Neither Enter Nor Leave.

A Happy Arrangement: Many People Prefer Cats To Other People, And Many Cats Prefer People To Other Cats.