Man Is A Fugitive From Nature.

We Fall In Love When Our Imagination Projects Nonexistent Perfection Upon Another Person. One Day, The Fantasy Evaporates And With It, Love Dies.

Life Is A Series Of Collisions With The Future.

Romantic Poses Aside, Let Us Recognize That "falling In Love"...is An Inferior State Of Mind, A Form Of Transitory Imbecility.

The Past Will Not Tell Us What We Ought To Do, But... What We Ought To Avoid.

To Rule Is Not So Much A Question Of The Heavy Hand As The Firm Seat.