In The Theater Of Confusion, Knowing The

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

My Reluctant Charity Shames Both Me And The Recipient.

Old Age Likes Indecency. It's A Sign Of Life.

Suspicion Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And Of Madness.

The Price Of Telling Your Troubles Is Having To Listen To Advice.