An Aphorism That Does Not Score Is

I Win On My Merits; My Opponents Win By Cheating.

When Love Ends, The Beloved Is No Longer Standing On A Pedestal, But In A Hole.

To Make A Thought My Own, I Must Think It Often.

Drunks Conjure An Endless Drama From Their Bottles.

New York Loves Itself In An Unkind And Fanatical Way.