I Was Once In Love With Books.

Sometimes I Discover I Have Changed My Mind Because I Have Forgotten What I Used To Think.

Young Poets Bewail The Passing Of Love; Old Poets, The Passing Of Time. There Is Surprisingly Little Difference.

The Aphorism Sometimes Casts Off Cynicism And Expresses Strong Feeling.

As A Comforter, Philosophy Cannot Compete With A Good Dinner.

A Great Reader Seldom Recognizes His Solitude.