Every Doctrine Has A Theory Of The

Anxiety And Lust Are Evicting The Older Passions.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Art Chooses Its Constraints.

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.

Thinking About The Universe Has Now Been Handed Over To Specialists. The Rest Of Us Merely Read About It.