Spontaneity Comes After Skill, Not Before.

Violence Stops Thought. Hence Its Popularity As A Pain-killer.

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Romantics Consider Common Sense Vulgar.

The Laughter Of The Aphorism Is Sometimes Triumphant, But Seldom Carefree.

Some Crave Grief Like Strong Drink.