An Omnipotent God Is The Only Being

Young Poets Bewail The Passing Of Love; Old Poets, The Passing Of Time. There Is Surprisingly Little Difference.

The Discontented Believe That Their Regrets Are About The Past.

The Party Out Of Office Becomes The Articulate One.

Self-deception Is Nature; Hypocrisy Is Art.

The Public Is A Hibernating Bear, Hard To Awaken And Fond Of Honey.