A Shilling Life Will Give

Desire, Even In Its Wildest Tantrums, Can Neither Persuade Me It Is Love Nor Stop Me From Wishing It Were.

My Face Looks Like A Wedding-cake Left Out In The Rain.

Shall Memory Restore The Steps And The Shore, The Face And The Meeting Place.

Yet No One Hears His Own Remarks As Prose.

Aphorisms Are Essentially An Aristocratic Genre Of Writing. The Aphorist Does Not Argue Or Explain, He Asserts; And Implicit In His Assertion Is A Conviction That He Is Wiser And More Intelligent Than His Readers.