I Change My Opinions Often, But Not

If The World Would Apologize, I Might Consider A Reconciliation.

The Aphorist Is A Hit And Run Artist.

Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of Thorns.

Boredom Turns To Panic If My Beloved Leaves Before The Usual Time.

Small Successes Are Still Successes; Great Failures Are Still Failures.