Hatred Observes With More Care Than Love

I'm Being Treated Like A Sex Object, Cried The Lady. No Matter. I Will Take Care Of It, Said Time Soothingly.

Every Perversion Has Survived Many Tests Of Its Capabilities.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.

Indifference Creates An Artificial Peace.

Writing An Upbeat Aphorism Is A Temptation, But Decorum Forbids.