We Asked For Workers. We Got People

Time Does Not Change Us. It Just Unfolds Us.

Our Guilt Has Its Uses. It Justifies Much In The Lives Of Others.

It Is Conceivable At Least That A Late Generation, Such As We Presumably Are, Has Particular Need Of The Sketch, In Order Not To Be Strangled To Death By Inherited Conceptions Which Preclude New Births.... The Sketch Has Direction, But No Ending; The Sketch As Reflection Of A View Of Life That Is No Longer Conclusive, Or Is Not Yet Conclusive.

I Have No Words For My Reality.

When You Say A Friend Has A Sense Of Humor Do You Mean That He Makes You Laugh, Or That He Can Make You Laugh?