Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of

Lonely People Console Themselves With Self-absorption Or Curiosity.

Great Talkers Do Not Stop For Breath, And Never Look At The Clock.

To Make Advice Agreeable, Try Paradox Or Rhyme.

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.

The Perfect Aphorism Would Achieve Classical Balance And Then Immediately Upset It.