True Wit Has A Grave Intention.

Home Again, I Can Groan, Scratch, And Talk To Myself.

Jealousy Is Inconsolable Because It Cannot Know The Beloved

Victory Brings Obliviousness; Defeat, Attentiveness.

The Young Have Stolen Our Youthfulness, And Flaunt It Without Shame.

When Love Ends, The Beloved Is No Longer Standing On A Pedestal, But In A Hole.