There Are Writers Who Can

Progress, Under Whose Feet The Grass Mourns And The Forest Turns Into Paper From Which Newspaper Plants Grow, Has Subordinated The Purpose Of Life To The Means Of Subsistence And Turned Us Into The Nuts And Bolts For Our Tools.

Sexuality Poorly Repressed Unsettles Some Families; Well Repressed, It Unsettles The Whole World.

Stupidity Gets Up Early; That Is Why Events Are Accustomed To Happening In The Morning.

If Someone Calls Me Vain And Mean, I Know That He Trusts Me And Has Something To Confess To Me.

Satires Which The Censor Can Understand Are Justly Forbidden