A Modest Demeanor Arouses Thoughts Of Seduction.

My Mentors Grow Old And Foolish. I Am Afraid.

Good Manners Can Render Even Virtue Tolerable.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.

Intelligence Is Predatory, But Full Of Fastidiousness And Frights.

We Make Some Changes. But Mostly Changes Make Us.