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Not To Engage In This Pursuit Of Ideas Is To Live Like Ants Instead Of Like Men.

Sometimes It Feels Like I'm Thinking Against The Wind.

The Person Who Says He Knows What He Thinks But Cannot Express It Usually Does Not Know What He Thinks.

I Find The Selectivity Of Erotic Love - The Choice Of This Man Or This Woman - Much More Intelligible If Liking The Person Is The Origin Of Sexual Interest, Rather Than The Other Way.

In The Case Of Good Books, The Point Is Not To See How Many Of Them You Can Get Through, But How Many Can Get Through To You.