Many Pains Are Imaginary, But

Universal Truths Have Become An Embarrassment, But They Won't Quite Go Away.

Many Gloat Over Their Own Troubles.

I Would Be Glad To Worship Success If I Could Find Her.

Thinking About The Universe Has Now Been Handed Over To Specialists. The Rest Of Us Merely Read About It.

Profusion Gives Pleasure Up To A Point; Then We Become Squeamish.