Belief Forages, Moving From Pasture To Pasture.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

The Neuroses Parody The Virtues.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.

Even In Rapture, Part Of The Mind Watches.

Rereading, We Find A New Book.