Lonely people console themselves with self-absorption or curiosity.

The desire to create literature leads to frights, grunts, and coy looks.

Stupidity is a fact of life, but unmentionable. The new Prudery.

Logic and fact keep interfering with the easy flow of conversation.

Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.

Illusions are hazardous, and so are disillusions.

I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.