Let Language Be The Divining Rod That

Satire Chooses And Knows No Objects. It Arises By Fleeing From Them And Their Forcing Themselves Upon It.

Diplomacy Is A Game Of Chess In Which The Nations Are Checkmated.

Education Is A Crutch With Which The Foolish Attack The Wise To Prove That They Are Not Idiots.

Sentimental Irony Is A Dog That Bays At The Moon While Pissing On Graves.

A Poem Is Good Until One Knows By Whom It Is.