The Pointless Ferocities Of Intellectual Life Shock

Telescopes And Binoculars Endanger The Ever-distant Sublime.

If Beggars Do Not Hate The Rest Of Us, They Are Even More Abject Than I Had Imagined.

Death Is Always There, Just Beneath The Surface.

The Plastic Surgeon's Knife Slashes At Time, Which May Seem To Retreat, But Then Keeps On Coming.

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.