Not Even Self-love Can Always Be Counted

Failure Makes Us Envious. Success Makes Us Greedy.

Sloth, Not Ill-will, Makes Me Unjust.

Youth Demands More Than Ordinary Life. Age Clings To It.

Placing The Extraordinary At The Center Of The Ordinary, As Realism Does, Is A Great Comfort To Us Stay-at-homes.

Conformity Makes Everything Easier, If You Can Still Breathe.