Life Is The Risk We Cannot Refuse.

Avant-garde Art Jousts With Propriety, But Takes Care Never To Unseat It.

The Aphorism Is A Slippery Plaything.

Every Parent Can Imagine The Joys Of Child Abuse.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In The Sky, But Not For Us.