My Noisy Denunciation Trails Off In Doubt.

My Self-absorption Warms Me; Yours Boils Me.

Faith Of The Bore: Everything Is Worth Saying.

Arrogance Rides Triumphantly Through The Gates, Barely Glancing At The Old Woman About To Cut The Rope And Spring Shut The Trap.

A Sense Of Blessedness Comes From A Change Of Heart, Not From More Blessings.

The Grandeur Of A Philosophy Does Not Certify Its Truth.