When A Man, However Passively, Becomes An

Why Must Women Torment Me So?

The Mystery Of Life--its Inexplicability, Beauty, Cruelty, Tenderness, Folly . . . Has Occupied The Greater Part Of My Waking Thoughts; And In Reverence Or Rage Or Irony, As The Moment Or Situation Might Dictate, I Have Pondered And Even Demanded Of Cosmic Energy To Know Why.

You Walk Into A Room, See A Woman, And Something Happens. It's Chemical. What Are You Going To Do About It?

How True It Is That Words Are But The Vague Shadows Of The Volumes We Mean.

If I Were Personally To Define Religion, I Would Say That It Is A Bandage That Man Has Invented To Protect A Soul Made Bloody By Circumstances. All Forms Of Dogmatic Religion Should Go. The World Did Without Them In The Past And Can Do So Again. I Cite The Great Civilizations Of China And India.