We Sometimes Find Truth, But More Often

Most Reputations Are Not Ruined But Forgotten.

A Modest Demeanor Arouses Thoughts Of Seduction.

When Money Disappears, We Soon Understand The Power Of Absence.

Clouds Of Flavors And Savors Float Around The Thing-in-itself.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.