As Children, Our Protests Availed Little. As

I Put Second Things First, And Then Worry About First Things.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Politics Inflame The Passions In A Way That Few Beloveds Can Match.

Wealth Makes The Laws That Poverty Must Obey.

Unlike The Ambiguity Of Life, The Ambiguity Of Language Does Reach A Limit.