The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.

I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.

The heart is important at any age, I'm afraid.

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

It's not your fate to be well treated," Ignatius cried. "You're an overt masochist. Nice treatment will confuse and destroy you.