Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?
New York loves itself in an unkind and fanatical way.
Rereading, we find a new book.
Good places for aphorisms: in fortune cookies, on bumper stickers, and on banners flying over the Palace of Free Advice.
A sense of absurdity interferes with my efforts to appear venerable.
Faith prefers the absurd to the plausible.