I’ve always been more interested in who wrote the book of self-love

Poets are to their poems As parents are to their children Preparing them for the world Without knowing what they will do

The American far left lacks a unifying Great Leader because as a cult of narcissists each disparate member belongs to their own

I used to stand on the moral high ground to look myself in the eye but now that I’ve plucked it out and thrown it away

Hunting on your own might make you a lone wolf but thinking for yourself makes you a lone ant

If you would remake the world In your own image Then I can only imagine You believe you’ve thought of ever…

Haunted by conflicted feelings in… my therapist and I finally traced… when I preferred Pepsi to Coke and McDonald’s to Burger King but B.K. served Pepsi

War is hell, but be– ing conquered is hell on Earth which makes it much worse

Those who were once just foaming at the mouth have been rebooted by social media… fomenting at the mouth

Because I never learned anything… I learned the hard way that it’s the only way to learn anything at all

You’ve always dressed to impress But it’s only since social media That you can use your appearance To exact compulsory service

Self-flattery will get you everywhere but there’s nowhere left to go

All sense of control is an illusio… except for the control you feel in letting go of your need for contro… handing it over to God or to other people

Thanks to his bifocals Ben Franklin could see that while we might look like bald… up close we’re clearly turkeys

Once you have gained accession to the object of your obsession you’ll remain incapable of graspin… let alone even asking if you just might be the object of…