To Be Perfect, One Lacks Only A

Language Is The Mother Of Thought, Not Its Handmaiden.

A Philistine Is Habitually Bored And Looks For Things That Won't Bore Him. An Artist Finds Things Boring, But Is Never Bored.

War: First, One Hopes To Win; Then One Expects The Enemy To Lose; Then, One Is Satisfied That He Too Is Suffering; In The End, One Is Surprised That Everyone Has Lost.

The Closer The Look One Takes At A Word, The Greater Distance From Which It Looks Back.

Virginity Is The Ideal Of Those Who Want To Deflower.