I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.

Without civilization, we would not turn into animals, but vegetables.

Consensus is usually made possible by vague language and shallow commitments.

Complainers rule out happiness, mentioning it only as something lost.

The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.

I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.