Self-deception Is Nature; Hypocrisy Is Art.

Alone, I Am Satisfied With Myself. With Others, I Am Beset By Troubling Comparisons.

Placing The Extraordinary At The Center Of The Ordinary, As Realism Does, Is A Great Comfort To Us Stay-at-homes.

Doubt Is Long-winded. Certainty Is Brief.

Humor Does Not Rescue Us From Unhappiness, But Enables Us To Move Back From It A Little.

Sometimes I Dread Loneliness More Than Bores. Other Times, The Reverse.