People Say That Life Is The Thing,

One Can Be Bored Until Boredom Becomes A Mystical Experience.

Happiness Is A Wine Of The Rarest Vintage, And Seems Insipid To A Vulgar Taste.

Our Names Are Labels, Plainly Printed On The Bottled Essence Of Our Past Behavior.

The Emergence Of A New Term To Describe A Certain Phenomenon, Of A New Adjective To Designate A Certain Quality, Is Always Of Interest, Both Linguistically And From The Point Of View Of The History Of Human Thought.

We Need New Friends; Some Of Us Are Cannibals Who Have Eaten Their Old Friends Up; Others Must Have Ever-renewed Audiences Before Whom To Re-enact The Ideal Version Of Their Lives.