The Old Chinese Proverb Springs To Mind

My Mother Is The Best Storyteller. And Her Mother Was Too.

I Love Prada. Not So Much The Clothes, Which Are For Malnourished Thirteen-year-olds, But I Covet, With Covety Covetousness, The Shoes And Handbags. Like, I Love Them. If I Was Given A Choice Between World Peace And A Prada Handbag, I'd Dither. (i'm Not Proud Of This, I'm Only Saying.)

Why Do We Have Such A Finite Capacity For Pleasure But An Infinite One For Pain?

Hen Nights Should Be Banned. You're Honour-bound To Behave Atrociously, Then Feel Terribly Ashamed Afterwards. (this Charming Man)

Here's How It Is: I Feel Guilty About Every Single Bite Of Food That Goes Into My Mouth.