In An Aphorism, Aptness Counts For More

Home Again, I Can Groan, Scratch, And Talk To Myself.

As Soon As I Hear Of A Right, I Want It.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

Everyone Makes Sexy Sounds; Relatively Few, Sexy Sights.

Talk About Yourself As Much As You Like, But Do Not Expect Others To Listen.