The Absurd Vanity Of Metaphysicians Who Like

There Are Two Kinds Of People I Cannot Abide: Bigots And Any Well-organized Ethnic Group.

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?

Tofu And Futons. The Adepts Of Orientalism Seem To Spend Most Of Their Lives Reclining. They Can't Quite Summon The Energy To Crawl Up Onto A Chair. Even Their Yogic Exercises Are Carried Out In A Prone Or Sitting Position.

What Draws Us Into The Desert Is The Search For Something Intimate In The Remote.

I Must Confess That I Know Nothing Whatsoever About True Underlying Reality, Never Having Met Any.