Each Thing In Its Way, When True

Apuleius Married A Rich Widow, Then Wrote _the Golden Ass_.

We Need The Possibility Of Escape As Surely As We Need Hope.

Whenever I Read _time_ Or _newsweek_ Or Such Magazines, I Wash My Hands Afterward. But How To Wash Off The Small But Odious Stain Such Reading Leaves On The Mind?

We Are Preoccupied With Time. If We Could Learn To Love Space As Deeply As We Are Now Obsessed With Time, We Might Discover A New Meaning In The Phrase To Live Like Men.

The Feminists Have A Legitimate Grievance. But So Does Everyone Else.