All thoughts are ultimately fungible.
(But it is still good, for the Revolutionist
to make his own thoughts as biodegradable as possible.)
You can civilize – even housebreak – almost anything…
(except a man who can think.)
In noting the inclination in himself and others towards moderation and melancholy with the advancement of age, this one chap told me that he thought he could “still be having fun”
if he hadn’t already “worn out his liver.”
Polarized thought is, by its own electrical nature,
indecisive and unstable.
(It thus enjoys a comfortable fit on all City feet.)
Let me be blunt about it;
the rudimentary yet ultimate problem
with words is the definitions.