It Is Capitalism, Not Marxism, That Trades

It Is Language Which Speaks In Literature, In All Its Swarming 'polysemic' Plurality, Not The Author Himself.

Scratch A Schoolboy And You Find A Savage.

Evil Is Unintelligible. It Is Just A Thing In Itself, Like Boarding A Crowded Commuter Train Wearing Only A Giant Boa Constrictor. There Is No Context Which Would Make It Explicable.

God Chose What Is Weakest In The World To Shame The Strong.

The Frontier Between Public And Private Shifts From Time To Time And Culture To Culture.