Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

Evil Soon Makes Tools Out Of Those Who Don't Hate It.

There Is Nothing Like Early Promiscuous Sex For Dispelling Life's Bright Mysterious Expectations.

Those Who Hope, By Retiring From The World, To Earn A Holiday From Human Frailty, In Themselves And Others, Are Usually Disappointed.

All Artists Dream Of A Silence Which They Must Enter, As Some Creatures Return To The Sea To Spawn.

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.