Human Nature Is A Scoundrel's Favorite Explanation.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.

The Muses Inspire Art And Pretend Not To Notice When Mammon Buys It.

Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

Children Use All Their Wiles To Get Their Way With Adults. Adults Do The Same With Children.