Cynicism Has Its Own Zealots.

Alone, I Am Satisfied With Myself. With Others, I Am Beset By Troubling Comparisons.

Stutters And Snorts Are Meaningful But Not Usually Referential.

Wisdom Remembers. Happiness Forgets.

If Modesty Disappeared, So Would Exhibitionism.

Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then Closes In.