I Tried Self-sacrifice A Couple Of Times

Maxims Are Sharp-edged Half-truths.

Young Poets Bewail The Passing Of Love; Old Poets, The Passing Of Time. There Is Surprisingly Little Difference.

I Have Learned To Keep To Myself How Exceptional I Am.

The Limitations Of Pleasure Cannot Be Overcome By More Pleasure.

Fame Is Fickle, But Obscurity Is Usually Faithful To The End.