Books Think For Me. I Can Read

Clap An Extinguisher Upon Your Irony If You Are Unhappily Blessed With A Vein Of It.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference. It Is That From Which All Date Their Time, And Count Upon What Is Left. It Is The Nativity Of Our Common Adam.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.