The Thin Line

Sex seems to be the one adventure open to even the timid and claustrophobic.

To a Real Revolutionist, there is no such thing as a “small” skirmish. 
For the Few, there is no such creature as a “useless” effort.

There must be at least two-thousand-six-hundred and ninety-seven proverbs that speak of “that small, thin line twixt genius and madness…,” and I say, “What thin line?”

You know, you might have something after all if your knowledge was as direct and casual as the movements of a dog.

I’ve noticed that the question of morality seldom arises except when men begin to speak of their enemies.

J.