Every parent can imagine the joys of child abuse.

The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.

We do justice coldly, injustice hotly.

Strict rules of evidence would destroy psychoanalysis and literary criticism.

In youth, love and art. In age, investments and antiques.

In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.

Loneliness is more likely to lead to fussy housekeeping than to grand views of the Universe.