Flesh Goes On Pleasuring Us, And Humiliating

We Cough Because We Can't Help It, But Others Do It On Purpose.

We Have To Call It "freedom": Who'd Want To Die For "a Lesser Tyranny"

Every Creature Stalks Some Other, Catches It, And Is Caught.

Pity All Newlyweds. She Cooks Something Nice For Him, And He Brings Her Flowers, And They Kiss And Think: How Easy Marriage Is.

When Suffering Comes, We Yearn For Some Sign From God, Forgetting We Have Just Had One.