The Prison Is The State Writ Small.

Whether I Give To A Beggar Or Not, His Existence Puts Me In The Wrong.

A Yawn Is More Disconcerting Than A Contradiction.

Writing About An Idea Frees Me Of It. Thinking About It Is A Circle Of Repetitions.

Once Discover Comfort, And There Is No Turning Back.

Even In Rapture, Part Of The Mind Watches.