He was professor emeritus of English, speech and world literature at the College of Staten Island
. He was also an assistant professor of English at Columbia University
from 1959 to 1967 and an adjunct professor from 1980 to 1988.
He received his B.A.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.
Ideology has shaped the very sofa on which I sit.
Wisdom remembers. Happiness forgets.
In an aphorism, aptness counts for more than truth.
Scepticism is always a back road leading to some credo or other.
I am easy-going right up to the borders of my self-interest.
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
Timidity keeps me safe and sad in a narrow room.
Writing an upbeat aphorism is a temptation, but decorum forbids.
Reality is the name we give to our disappointments.