Vanity Well Fed Is Benevolent. Vanity Hungry

I Am Kept In Bondage By The Moles Of My Beloved.

My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses Make Me Charitable.

Conscious Thought Is The Tidying Up At The End.

When Appearance And Reality Coincide, Philosophy And Literary Criticism Find Themselves With Nothing To Say.

Wealth Makes The Laws That Poverty Must Obey.