Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably >>
But the thing that I saw in your face no power can disinherit: No bomb >>
All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of thei >>
To be adult is to be alone. >>
In my case, adulthood itself was not an advance, although it was a use >>
In youth the human body drew me and was the object of my secret and na >>
Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.