The Mind Demands Rules; The Facts Demand

To Make A Thought My Own, I Must Think It Often.

Once Discover Comfort, And There Is No Turning Back.

The Lonely Become Either Thoughtful Or Empty.

I Feel Disappointed, But I Don't Remember Just What I Expected.

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.