Think of the many different relations of form and content. E.g., the many pairs of trousers and what's in them.

The rich are never as possessed by their riches as the poor are by their poverty.

My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.

Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.

Being cultured is the least expensive form of respectability.

The only peace is being out of earshot.

Rage against the world, if you like, but quietly, or the Guardians will awake.