At sixty, I would like to give my future back its vistas of uncertainty.

Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.

The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.

History takes place between the Fall and the Apocalypse, with a narrow escape route called Salvation.

English has borrowed from everywhere and now goes everywhere.

The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.

Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.