The Horse Stares At Its Captor, Barely

Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates Of Paradise, Then Keep Us From Entering.

Loving, Not The Beloved, Is The Joy Of Love. The Beloved, Knowing This, Most Resolutely Declines To Be Grateful.

Snarls And Sobs Show That A Love Affair Is Getting Serious.

As Every Cockroach Knows, Thriving On Poisons Is The Secret Of Success.

Moralists Love To Discourse On The Hollowness Of Success; About The Hollowness Of Failure They Are Silent.