Hope, And Hopelessness, Persist Despite The Facts.

Self-hatred And Self-love Are Equally Self-centered.

Universal Truths Have Become An Embarrassment, But They Won't Quite Go Away.

Rage Against The World, If You Like, But Quietly, Or The Guardians Will Awake.

The Lover As Baby Is A Less Troubling Idea Than The Baby As Lover.

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