My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In

If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

Placing The Extraordinary At The Center Of The Ordinary, As Realism Does, Is A Great Comfort To Us Stay-at-homes.

When Disaster Waves, I Try Not To Wave Back.

With Age, I Have Become Both More Pious And More Shameless.

The Wretchedness Of Failure Is The Great Attraction Of Success.