The Modernist Writers Found Despair Inspirational.

Music Dissolves The Straight And Narrow.

Belief Forages, Moving From Pasture To Pasture.

Conscience Is The Moralized Form Of Self-absorption.

My Struggles With Myself Seldom Reach Aerobic Level.

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.