Attaining Even Mediocrity Is Often A Struggle.

The Nonsense That Charms Is Close To Sense.

The Narcissist Enjoys Being Looked At And Not Looking Back.

When Love Ends, We Cry Out Against Destiny. When Friendship Ends, We Cry Out Against Our Friend.

The Insignificance Of Man Is A Congenial Theme; My Own Insignificance Is A Sore Point.

The Real Secrets Are Not The Ones I Tell.