Habit Keeps My Life Going, With Occasional

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

In Love, Self-love Is Always At Risk.

Laughter Scares Off Lust.

The Self-righteous Rule Out The Possibility That They Are What Has Gone Wrong.

The Dignified Catastrophes Of Tragedy Bear Little Resemblance To The Slow Ruin Inflicted By Life.