Thousands Have Lived Without Love, Not One

Let Me See What I Wrote So I Know What I Think

When Someone Between Twenty And Forty Says, Apropos Of A Work Of Art, 'i Know What I Like,' He Is Really Saying 'i Have No Taste Of My Own But Accept The Taste Of My Cultural Milieu.

Money Cannot Buy The Fuel Of Love But Is Excellent Kindling.

A False Enchantment Can All Too Easily Last A Lifetime.

Cathedrals, Luxury Liners Laden With Souls, Holding To The East Their Hulls Of Stone.