Boredom Strives To Detach, But Finds Itself

The Puritan Sours His Pleasures By Disguising Them As Duties.

I Know That I Am What I Am. But I Am Not Sure What I Am.

Fastidious Taste Makes Enjoyment A Struggle.

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

I Create My Social Existence By Earning And Spending.