The Aphorism Is A Slippery Plaything.

The Villain May Be Good Looking, But His Smile Is Never Quite Right.

The Ravaged Face In The Mirror Hides The Enchanting Youth That Is The Real Me.

I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself. I Continue As Before.

Creativity Makes A Leap, Then Looks To See Where It Is.

Theory Now: Concern For Truth Must Not Hobble Our Discussion.