Unlike other vices, cruelty, alas, is never boring.
We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.
In the theater of confusion, knowing the location of the exits is what counts.
In an aphorism, aptness counts for more than truth.
Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.
Spontaneity comes after skill, not before.