Lonely People Console Themselves With Self-absorption Or

When My Beloved Arrives, I Yawn. When My Beloved Departs, I Weep.

Excrement Can Never Be Culturally Elaborated To The Extent That Nutriment Can.

Telescopes And Binoculars Endanger The Ever-distant Sublime.

The Critical Spirit Never Knows When To Stop Meddling.

We Often Disguise Our Reflexes As Deliberate Actions.