I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention

We Do Justice Coldly, Injustice Hotly.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

People Are Reluctant To Cite Boredom As Grounds For Divorce.

Retirement Requires The Invention Of A New Hedonism, Not A Return To The Hedonism Of Youth

Pain Narrows Consciousness; Pleasure Blurs It.