History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.

Promiscuity turns sex into a sport, like arm-wrestling.

The Olympian gods cannot have grand passions because they cannot die.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

Growth provides novel experiences for youth; decay the same, alas, for age.

Rebuttals never alter desire.

I am often attracted to people with whom I could not hold a five minute conversation.