An early anonymous meme:

Plus je connais les hommes, mieux j'aime les chiens !

The better I know men, the better I like dogs !
first appeared in print in 1822 in

Reflections of 'A Lady' in the Mirror of the Somme.

It is often misquoted,
or a misquotation is wrongly attributed to
Lamartine, Pascal... even Bismarck, and often to
Madame Anne Louise Germaine de Staël-Holstein,

whose best remark/dictum/aphorism/apophthegm is:

Glory is grief sparkling with joy.
« La gloire est le deuil éclatant du bonheur. ».

(And sometimes panicles
of joy are cast out of despair
like sperm from testicles.)

Lucky, but...

From what I have read
in books and newspapers,
it is often unpleasant
to have a father.

So, fatherless, I count myself lucky.

But this has meant that
I love to see men
and portraits of men
who, in a less imperfect,
less patristic world,
might have been my father. 

We two kings of orient

never were. The legend of the epiphanic kings
grew out of the stories of the Magi (sometimes
numbering twelve)
when Christianity ceased to be
a religion of slaves and the poor,
to become an imperial cult under Constantine
the Great Corrupter. 

It's rather cold outside.

 

SCRIPTS

The Kufic script
is lovelier than Islam.

THE LATIN SCRIPT
is not as ugly as
missionary Christianity;

the Hebrew script
less beautiful than
the non-evangelism
of Judaism.

A strong contender

for 'The Beginning of the End'
in 1593.

Woke Fascism

though strident
is much less powerful
than the old sleepwalking kind.

 

A lot of what

is called self-esteem
is really concern about
the opinions of others.

Because You're Worth it,*

you are, in fact, worthless.
Capitalism always capitalises,
and reduces us.

*a famous Pepsi-Cola advertisement slogan.