Contempt for others, like masturbation, is best as a secret pleasure.

History takes place between the Fall and the Apocalypse, with a narrow escape route called Salvation.

The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.

The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.

Excuses change nothing, but make everyone feel better.

The magic of procedure: do this after that and thus before so; then your wish will be granted.

Aphorisms know the angles, but not the structure.