The Truth Is How You Say It,

No One Will Be Much Or Little Except In Someone Else's Mind, So Be Careful Of The Minds You Get Into.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

A Man Is Whole Only When He Takes Into Account His Shadow.

I Couldn't Ever Boil Potatoes Over The Heat Of Your Affection. Your Love Would Never Bridge A Gap; It Wouldn't Even Fill Up The Hole That The Mice Came Through.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?