Complainers Detest Each Other.

I Can Imagine Many Things, But Few Clearly.

Young Poets Bewail The Passing Of Love; Old Poets, The Passing Of Time. There Is Surprisingly Little Difference.

When Death Comes Too Near, Comedy And Tragedy Fall Silent.

Stutters And Snorts Are Meaningful But Not Usually Referential.

I Am Forbidden Sugar, Fat, And Alcohol. So Hooray, I Guess, For Oatmeal, Lemon Juice, And Chicken Soup.