Magic Lives In Curves, Not Angles.

Without Asceticism, Self-indulgence Would Be Insignificant.

The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too Much Of Forest Lawn.

The Eros Of Advertising Is Lurid But Not Specific.

Frivolous Sorrow Is Folly. Frivolous Enjoyment Is Not.

My Father Liked To Moralize, And So Do I. But He Was In Earnest, While I Am Embarrassed And Pretend That I Am Merely Being Witty.