Yearning Wants Mostly To Perpetuate Itself.

Orgies Are An Early Form Of What Will Someday Become Sex By Committee.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.

When My Expectations Are Exactly Fulfilled, I Feel That Something Uncanny Has Happened.

Prudence Does Not Make People Happy; It Merely Deprives Them Of The Excitement Of Being Constantly In Trouble.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.