I Know How Deeply Slothful I Am.

If Geniuses Can Sometimes Make Mistakes, Cannot The Rest Of Us On Occasion Be Geniuses?

I Am Afraid I Am One Of Those People Who Continues To Read In The Hope Of Sometime Discovering In A Book A Single—and Singular—piece Of Wisdom So Penetrating, So Soul Stirring, So Utterly Applicable To My Own Life As To Make All The Bad Books I Have Read Seem Well Worth The Countless Hours Spent On Them. My Guess Is That This Wisdom, If It Ever Arrives, Will Do So In The Form Of A Generalization.

One Serious Drawback About Letters Is That, In Order To Get Them, One Must Send Some Out. When It Comes To The Mail, I Feel It Is Better To Receive Than To Give.

Food Has It Over Sex For Variety. Hedonistically, Gustatory Possibilities Are Much Broader Than Copulatory Ones.

We Do Not Choose To Be Born. We Do Not Choose Our Parents, Or The Country Of Our Birth. We Do Not, Most Of Us, Choose To Die; Nor Do We Choose The Time And Conditions Of Our Death. But Within This Realm Of Choicelessnness, We Do Choose How We Live.