I Tried Good Taste, But The Strain

Skepticism Does Not Preserve Us From Foolhardy Deeds.

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

When Love And Adventure Are Finished, It's Nice To Have Getting And Spending To Fall Back On.

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.

Timidity Keeps Me Safe And Sad In A Narrow Room.