There Are Things That Don't Deserve To

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

When I Was Young I Pitied The Old. Now Old, It Is The Young I Pity.

My Pessimism Extends To The Point Of Even Suspecting The Sincerity Of Other Pessimists.

To Be Adult Is To Be Alone.

In Politics, Yesterday's Lie Is Attacked Only To Flatter Today's.