Suspicion Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And

Living Alone Makes It Harder To Find Someone To Blame.

After I Have Said What Is Required By My Vanity And My Morality, I May Find A Moment For Truth.

The Grand Style Is Available Now Only In Old Poems, Museums, And Parodies.

Spirituality Now Wanders From Sex To Drugs To Art To Revolution To Violence--whatever Seems To Promise Deliverance From The Quotidian.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.