Happiness Is Obsolete: Uneconomic.

Words Of The Jargon Sound As If They Said Something Higher Than What They Mean.

It Is Proust's Courtesy To Spare The Reader The Embarrassment Of Believing Himself Cleverer Than The Author.

It Is Barbaric To Write Poetry After Auschwitz.

The Hardest Hit, As Everywhere, Are Those Who Have No Choice.

Only Thought Which Does Violence To Itself Is Hard Enough To Shatter Myth.