The Present Necessarily Betrays The Past.

With Every Physical Pain, My Moral Fibre Unravels A Little.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

I Trust You Because I Need You.

Friends Are Sometimes Boring, But Enemies Never.

My Father Liked To Moralize, And So Do I. But He Was In Earnest, While I Am Embarrassed And Pretend That I Am Merely Being Witty.