No One Can Remember Himself

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

My Aspiration Now Is To Get By Luck What I Could Not Get By Merit.

A Work Of Art Is An Echo Chamber Which Repeats What People Say About It.

The Sentimental Want To Be Thrilled By Everything.

Hope Likes Justification, But Can Do Without.