Time Heals All Things But One: Time.

Death Persecutes Before It Executes.

Bohemia And All Its Works Are Vanished Out Of America; Or, More Exactly, Bohemia Has Migrated To The Middle Class, And Is Alive And Well In Condo And Suburb.

An Essay Is A Thing Of The Imagination. If There Is Information In An Essay, It Is By-the-by, And If There Is An Opinion, One Need Not Trust It For The Long Run. A Genuine Essay Rarely Has An Educational, Polemical, Or Sociopolitical Use; It Is The Movement Of A Free Mind At Play.

Comedy Springs From The Ludicrous; But The Ludicrous Is Stuck In The Muck Of Reality, Resolutely Hostile To What Is Impossible.

He Who Cries, 'what Do I Care About Universality? I Only Know What Is In Me,' Does Not Know Even That.