Boredom Turns To Panic If My Beloved

Good Places For Aphorisms: In Fortune Cookies, On Bumper Stickers, And On Banners Flying Over The Palace Of Free Advice.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

The Man In The Street Is Always A Stranger.

The Puritan Sours His Pleasures By Disguising Them As Duties.

I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over My Miseries.