Romantics Consider Common Sense Vulgar.

The Body Has A Mind Of Its Own.

Alone, I Am Satisfied With Myself. With Others, I Am Beset By Troubling Comparisons.

Babies And The Old Are Permitted Self-absorption. In Between, It Provokes Resentment.

Out Of Power, Marxism Can Develop Critical Intelligence; In Power, It Quickly Becomes Stupid.

The Real Secrets Are Not The Ones I Tell.