Maxims Are Sharp-edged Half-truths.

Intelligence Is Predatory, But Full Of Fastidiousness And Frights.

Flatter Me, But Delicately, Please, For I Am Fastidious.

Alone, Lonely People Talk To Themselves. In Company, They Often Continue.

Something Is Sticking Out Its Tongue At Me From The Corner Of My Mirror.

Never Trust The Judgment Of An Enthusiastic Man; Never Trust The Promises Of A Lazy One.