Love Flourishes In Expectation. Expectation Strolls Through

A Transposable Aphorism Is A Malaise Of The Urge To Be Witty, Or In Other Words, A Maxim That Is Untroubled By The Fact That The Opposite Of What It Says Is Equally True So Long As It Appears To Be Funny.

Socrates ... Did Not Write. It Seems Academically Obvious That He Perished Because He Did Not Publish!

Memory Is A Stopgap For Humans, For Whom Time Flies And What Is Passed Is Passed.

The Comic Is The Perception Of The Opposite; Humor Is The Feeling Of It.

Once You Reach Your Fifties, You Have To Stop Being Interested In The Present And Write Only On Elizabethan Poets.