Progress May Feel More Like Loss Than

The Little Suckings And Smackings Of The Perversions Are The Sounds Of Joyous Infancy.

Regretting The Past Does Not Prevent Me From Repeating It.

I Must Like My Profession, Since I Can Hardly Distinguish Myself From It.

Complaining Is The Favorite Pastime Of Millions.

After Ages Of Bombast, The Rhetoric Of Virtue Has Become Ironic And Shy.