My Language Is The Common

I Would Have Stage-fright If I Had To Speak With Every One Of The People Before Whom I Speak.

A Father's Pride, Laid On Thick, Has Always Made Me Wish That The Fellow Had At Least Experienced Some Pain During Procreation.

Sentimental Irony Is A Dog That Bays At The Moon While Pissing On Graves.

Humanity And Bestiality: When Will The Former Finally Be Uttered With The Flavor Of Hate And The Latter With The Flavor Of Love? Does A Lion Tear His Fellow Lion To Pieces?

My Readers Think That I Write For The Day Because My Writings Are Based On The Day. So I Shall Have To Wait Until My Writings Are Obsolete. Then They May Acquire Timeliness.