By Multiplying Ironies, I Evade Commitments.

Since We Hate The Same People, We Should Be Friends.

The Soul Is No Longer Honored As It Once Was, But It Still Keeps Appetite From Being The Measure Of All Things.

The More Powerless People Are, The Longer They Are Kept Waiting.

Theory Now: Concern For Truth Must Not Hobble Our Discussion.

Sulking Is Silent Because Speaking Would Reveal Its Folly.