Virtue sometimes pretends. Vice is always sincere.

No need to be sentimental to mourn the loss of Paradise.

Being enthusiastic settles nothing.

Once I find the right maxim to apply, I feel that I have done all that can be expected of me.

Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.

Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.

Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.