Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then

Lonely People Keep Up A Ceaseless Flow Of Commentary On Themselves.

My Young Friend Supposes His Ingenuousness Is Merely A Ruse.

Frivolous Sorrow Is Folly. Frivolous Enjoyment Is Not.

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

Stated Clearly Enough, An Idea May Cancel Itself Out.