Helplessness Is A Mighty Power.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.

I Feel Affluent Or Not According To What Part Of Town I Am In.

Self-criticism Expands The Opportunities For Discourse And Eliminates The Need For An Adversary.

Cynicism Has Its Own Zealots.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.