Addicts Turn Their Pleasures Into Vengeful Gods.

When I Prayed For Success, I Forgot To Ask For Sound Sleep And Good Digestion.

The Noble Style Immobilizes Its Subjects.

As An Elder I Mistrust The Wisdom Of Age.

I Resist Change Even As I Call For It.

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