Boredom Turns To Panic If My Beloved

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

Guilt Agonizes Over Trifles, Ignores Habitual Wrongdoing.

Only Death Rescues Us From Dying.

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

Manly Men And Womanly Women Are Still Here But Feeling Nervous.