The Imaginary Audience For My

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.

I Must Like My Profession, Since I Can Hardly Distinguish Myself From It.

My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In An Effort To Spread My Losses.

Procrastination Makes Easy Things Hard, Hard Things Harder.

Writing An Upbeat Aphorism Is A Temptation, But Decorum Forbids.