Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

Close Beside My Knowledge Lies My Black Ignorance.

For The Woman, The Man Is A Means: The End Is Always The Child.

Posthumous Men-myself, For Example-are Not As Well Understood As Timely Ones, But We Are Listened To Better. More Precisely: We Are Never Understood-hence Our Authority.

What We Do Is Never Understood, But Always Merely Praised Or Blamed.

Christianity, Alcohol The Two Great Means Of Corruption.