Aphorisms May Equivocate, But They Must Not

After Voltaire: Envy Is Chained To The Portico Of The Temple Of Glory And Can Neither Enter Nor Leave.

The Wretchedness Of Failure Is The Great Attraction Of Success.

The Parade Was Here, But It Disappeared Around A Corner.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Language Cannot Say Everything, Fortunately.