My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses

Reading Civilized The Inner Life.

The Prison Is The State Writ Small.

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?

If Beggars Do Not Hate The Rest Of Us, They Are Even More Abject Than I Had Imagined.

Think Carefully Before Asking For Justice. Mercy Might Be Safer.