Doubt Is Long-winded. Certainty Is Brief.

The Ordinary Life: The Misery Seems Planned, The Happiness Accidental.

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

Creativity Makes A Leap, Then Looks To See Where It Is.

Death Is Frightening, And So Is Eternal Life.

Complainers Rule Out Happiness, Mentioning It Only As Something Lost.