I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.
I do not regret the folly of my youth, but the timidity.
Comedy distances pain, but leaves signs of it everywhere.
Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.
Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.