Confess To The Misdeeds You Cannot Hide.

Fearful Of Sentimentality, I Disown My Tears And Melting Heart.

Your Flattery Is As Full Of Contempt As Your Insults Were.

Radical Historians Now The Tell The Story Of Thanksgiving From The Point Of View Of The Turkey.

To Avoid Taking Responsibility, I Become Unresponsive But Hang On Until The Other Person Leaves Me.

Nature Often Seems Like An Idea That Has Had Its Day.