The Public Is A Hibernating

I Change My Opinions Often, But Not My Way Of Thinking.

Writing About An Idea Frees Me Of It. Thinking About It Is A Circle Of Repetitions.

Hatred Of The Mother Is Familiar, But The Mother's Hatred Still Comes As A Surprise.

A Sheep Who Goes Looking For A Wolf Is Sure To Find One.

There Are Different Rules For Reading, For Thinking, And For Talking. Writing Blends All Three Of Them.