Even Boredom Has Its Crises.

Psychology Keeps Trying To Vindicate Human Nature. History Keeps Undermining The Effort.

The Perfect Aphorism Would Achieve Classical Balance And Then Immediately Upset It.

Constant Talkers Are Unheard.

No Dignity Without Distance.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.