I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.
Snarls and sobs show that a love affair is getting serious.
Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.
Good parties create a temporary youthfulness.
The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.