Literature Gives Us A Memory Of Lives

Until I Am Ready To Lose Weight, I Cannot See How Fat I Am.

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

To Make A Thought My Own, I Must Think It Often.

The Telephone Gives Us The Happiness Of Being Together Yet Safely Apart.

The Sun Cares Nothing For Illumination.