Every doctrine has a theory of the beginning.
A sheep who goes looking for a wolf is sure to find one.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
Title deeds generally outlast poems.
The nudes of art are not so distant from pornography as prudish pedants pretend.
Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.