Tolerance Is A Placid Contempt.

Lonely People Console Themselves With Self-absorption Or Curiosity.

The Power Of Lying Is Much Less Than The Power Of What Is Not To Be Discussed.

Our Vices Are Attempts To Combine Self-medication And Enjoyment.

Beauty Is Lyrical. Ugliness Is Elegiac.

Once I Find The Right Maxim To Apply, I Feel That I Have Done All That Can Be Expected Of Me.