One Eventually Has Enough Even Of Oneself.

Writing An Upbeat Aphorism Is A Temptation, But Decorum Forbids.

We Express Disappointment In Everything Except Ourselves.

My Mind Is Led Astray By Every Faint Rustle.

The Nudes Of Art Are Not So Distant From Pornography As Prudish Pedants Pretend.

The More Learned A Writer, The More Digression Beckons Him.