The Present Necessarily Betrays The Past.

When I Go Out, I Hope To Leave The Worst Of Myself At Home.

In The Street, The Gaze Of Desire Is Furtive Or Menacing.

We Make Some Changes. But Mostly Changes Make Us.

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.

Wisdom Has Lost Repute Because It So Often Applies To A State Of Affairs That No Longer Exists.