One Eventually Has Enough Even

When Appearance And Reality Coincide, Philosophy And Literary Criticism Find Themselves With Nothing To Say.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

The Aftermath Of Joy Is Not Usually More Joy.

Bad Faith Likes Discourse On Friendship And Loyalty.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.