Youth Demands More Than Ordinary Life. Age

I Pursue Pleasure, But Stingily, Suspiciously.

Modernized By Tin Roofs And T-shirts, Third World Poverty Is No Longer Picturesque.

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.

Those Who Follow Where Their Genitals Lead Them Often Wind Up In Tedious Company.

The Educated Do Not Share A Common Body Of Information, But A Common State Of Mind.