Satire Is Born Of The

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.

Writing An Upbeat Aphorism Is A Temptation, But Decorum Forbids.

The Sage Belongs To The Same Obsolete Repertory As The Virtuous Maiden And The Enlightened Monarch.

God Improvises. Man Systematizes.

Like Love, Grief Fades In And Out.