Worrying Is As Futile As

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

Only The Most Lucid Can See Their Love As Comedy.

Unlike Other Vices, Cruelty, Alas, Is Never Boring.

Unconditional Love Is A Lofty Ideal, But Unconditional Hate Is A Fact Well Documented By History.

Title Deeds Generally Outlast Poems.