Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.

Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.

Folly always knows the answer.

Intelligence is predatory, but full of fastidiousness and frights.

Politics inflame the passions in a way that few beloveds can match.

Self-blame usually has an undertone of self-congratulation.

Old photograph: amid the set poses of her family, a young girl smiles and raises her hand a little.