Where You Are Tender, You Speak Your

As A Jealous Man, I Suffer Four Times Over: Because I Am Jealous, Because I Blame Myself For Being So, Because I Fear That My Jealousy Will Wound The Other, Because I Allow Myself To Be Subject To A Banality: I Suffer From Being Excluded, From Being Aggressive, From Being Crazy, And From Being Common.

Fashion Postulates An Achrony, A Time Which Does Not Exist; Here The Past Is Shameful And The Present Is Constantly "eaten Up" By The Fashion Being Heralded.

Rarely Do Outside Of School Remedies Work Their Way Into The Fabric Of The Schools Or Into The Teachers Lives, And More Rarely Into The Classrooms. Therefore They Only Offer A Modest Hope Of Influencing The Basic Culture Of The School

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

To Dope The Racer Is As Criminal, As Sacrilegious, As Trying To Imitate God; It Is Stealing From God The Privilege Of The Spark.