I am never more myself than in my self-betrayals.

After I have said what is required by my vanity and my morality, I may find a moment for Truth.

Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.

Like other secret lovers, many speak mockingly about popular culture to conceal their passion for it.

Reputation runs behind the current state of affairs.

I am kept in bondage by the moles of my beloved.

New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.