Of nothing but me I sing, lacking another song.

Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

What more fiendish proof of cosmic irresponsibility than a Nature which, having invented sex as a way to mix genes, then permits to arise, amid all its perfumed and hypnotic inducements to mate, a tireless tribe of spirochetes and viruses that torture and kill us for following orders?

Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.