Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.

The wretchedness of failure is the great attraction of success.

Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.

People are reluctant to cite boredom as grounds for divorce.

Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.

The beloved is the ultimate fetish.

Magic trick: to make people disappear, ask them to fulfill their promises.