Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, though I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.

Authors do not supply imaginations, they expect their readers to have their own, and to use it

If sex isn't a joke, what is it?

Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, though I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.

Everything can't be explained by some general biological phrase.

Lies, injustice, and hypocrisy are a part of every ordinary community. Most people achieve a sort of protective immunity, a kind of callousness, toward them. If they didn't, they couldn't endure.

What are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?