Spontaneity Comes After Skill, Not Before.

The Interest In Wisdom Is Fading. Soon There Will Not Be Enough Left To Support The Aphorism, Even Though It Tries To Amuse By Half-mocking The Wisdom It Propounds.

After A Moment Of Shrinking Back, We Domesticate The Grotesque.

Many Who Take Up Burdens Come To Resent Being Put Upon.

Ultimately, Blind Faith Is The Only Kind.

The Nonsense That Charms Is Close To Sense.