An Aphorism Is Not An Aphorism Unless

Victory Is The Beautiful, Bright-colored Flower. Transport Is The Stem Without Which It Could Never Have Blossomed.

They Feed The Crocodile In The Hope That He Will Eat Them Last.

Are You Insinuating That I Am A Purveyor Of Terminological Inexactitudes?

My Rule Of Life Prescribed As An Absolutely Sacred Rite Smoking Cigars.

I Don't Like Standing Near The Edge Of A Platform When An Express Train Is Passing Through. I Like To Stand Right Back And If Possible Get A Pillar Between Me And The Train. I Don't Like To Stand By The Side Of A Ship And Look Down Into The Water. A Second's Action Would End Everything. A Few Drops Of Desperation.