Enough Is Ever-receding.

Not Even Self-love Can Always Be Counted On For Support.

After Voltaire: Envy Is Chained To The Portico Of The Temple Of Glory And Can Neither Enter Nor Leave.

Memory Is Imagination Pinned Down.

The Rich Are Never As Possessed By Their Riches As The Poor Are By Their Poverty.

The Gods Are Watching, But Idly, Yawning.