Boast Quietly, With Decorum.

My Self-absorption Warms Me; Yours Boils Me.

Every Perversion Has Survived Many Tests Of Its Capabilities.

I Am No Longer In Love, But I Still Have My Jealousy.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.

Studying The Past May Suggest New Ways Of Going Wrong.