The Absolute Has Moved Into

Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then Closes In.

Men And Women Would Be Even More Unhappy If They Really Understood One Another.

The Narcissist Enjoys Being Looked At And Not Looking Back.

My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses Make Me Charitable.

Mild Brown Eyes Beckon Me To The Past, But Memory Provides No Clue.