Wealth Makes The Laws That Poverty Must

Amazing That The Human Race Has Taken Enough Time Out From Thinking About Food Or Sex To Create The Arts And Sciences.

My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses Make Me Charitable.

Our Detachments Move Us Toward Freedom And Death.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

With Age, I Have Become Both More Pious And More Shameless.