Joy And Sadness Come By Turns.

Whenever I Feel Bad, I Go To The Library And Read Controversial Periodicals. Though I Do Not Know Whether I Am A Liberal Or A Conservative, I Am Nevertheless Enlivened By The Hatred Which One Bears The Other. In Fact, This Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World.

Nothing Remains But Desire, And Desire Comes Howling Down Elysian Fields Like A Mistral.

Classes? Categories? Was That What We Had Come To?

But What Physician Has Not Had Patients Who Don't Make Any Sense At All? To Tell The Truth, They're Our Stock-in-trade. We Talk And Write About The Ones We Can Make Sense Of.

Not To Be Onto Something Is To Be In Despair.