Maybe Any Action Becomes Cowardly

Making Love, We Are All More Alike Than We Are When We Are Talking Or Acting.

Life For The European Is A Career; For The American It Is A Hazard.

The Things Of This World Reveal Their Essential Absurdity When They Are Put In The Venetian Context. In The Unreal Realm Of The Canals, As In A Swiftian Lilliput, The Real World, With Its Contrivances, Appears As A Vast Folly.

People With Bad Consciences Always Fear The Judgment Of Children.

The Return To A Favorite Novel Is Generally Tied Up With Changes In Oneself That Must Be Counted As Improvements, But Have The Feel Of Losses. It Is Like Going Back To A Favorite House, Country, Person; Nothing Is Where It Belongs, Including One's Heart.