We are to the immense wealth that swaddles us and the conditions that produced it as a fish to water — scarcely aware of it and shortly dead without it.
Being
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
—Cunningham
To live is to close one’s options.
The ideal aristocrat resembles the dogs of which he is so fond — steadfast, loyal, wedded to tradition, and just a bit thick.
There is almost nothing that being prefaced with “social” cannot spoil.
If everyone were morally gray, there would remain the question of shade.
Never let Possibly Better be the enemy of Perfectly Adequate.
It is possible, indeed necessary, to be both disgusted and amused.
The punishment for a hit is to watch your aging audience stifle their boredom while they wait for you to play it, at every show, until you quit or die.
We have won, at long last, the means and opportunity to make ourselves over completely, according to our own desires — and look around.
Humans always segregate — on their most observable characteristics, when left to themselves; when interfered with, on characteristics less observable.