Writing about an idea frees me of it. Thinking about it is a circle of repetitions.
Comedy defends the commonplace; tragedy explodes it.
Listen to what people say about themselves; they will tell you everything you need to know.
History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.
The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.
Scepticism is always a back road leading to some credo or other.