As A Youth, I Sought Out Decadence;

The Perfect Aphorism Would Achieve Classical Balance And Then Immediately Upset It.

After Rejection - Misery, Then Thoughts Of Revenge, And Finally, Oh Well, Another Try Elsewhere.

Death Promises Nothing--not Even Oblivion.

To Learn A Vocation, You Also Have To Learn The Frauds It Practices And The Promises It Breaks.

Explanations Comfort Us By Giving The Impression That There Is An Order In Things.