Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.
When science drove the gods out of nature, they took refuge in poetry and the porticos of civic buildings.
Anxiety and lust are evicting the older passions.
Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.
A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.
Our vices are attempts to combine self-medication and enjoyment.