My answer to your question'Does the writer have a social responsibility?' is NO.You owe me ten cents, sir.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the a.non.y.muse roller that passed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.

There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness.

Memory overshadows the present and dims the future "into something thicker than its usual pea soup."

The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition

Measure me while I live - after it will be too late.