Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

Political correctness is driving machismo underground and recalling effeminacy from exile.

Attachments and bereavements are inseparable.

Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.

Writers mean more than they say and say more than they mean.

I pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.

The poor live slow and hard; the rich, fast and easy. The rest of us shuffle along as we may.