The Modernist Writers Found Despair Inspirational.

In New York, One Must Collapse To Be Indolent.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.

Travelling, I Worry About Luggage, Prices, And Strange Food. At Home, I Am Free To Broaden My Mind By Thinking About The Higher Things.

Life Is The Risk We Cannot Refuse.