Fear Regulates. Appetite Impels.

The Sacred Is Found Boring By Many Who Find The Uncanny Fascinating.

Don Juan Tries Not To See The Skeptical Winks That Greet His Boasting.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Few Friendships Could Survive The Moodiness Of Love Affairs.

Like A Frog, The Aphorist Waits For Something To Fly By That He Can Catch With His Tongue.