Like Love, Destruction Can Be Ecstatic.

Ironic And Jittery, We Are Puzzled By The Old Heroes With Their Fighting, Boasting, And Cocksure Lovemaking.

Death Promises Nothing--not Even Oblivion.

The Rich Are Happier Than We Are, And Should Be.

Enough Is Ever-receding.

The Nature Of Language May Determine What Most People Say, But I Always Speak My Own Meaning.