When Money Disappears, We Soon Understand The

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

Lying Just For The Fun Of It Is Either Art Or Pathology.

I Tried Good Taste, But The Strain Was Too Much For Me.

Old Men Feel A Slightly Reluctant Affection For One Another.

Conformity Makes Everything Easier, If You Can Still Breathe.