A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.
The look of success, when it is worn a certain way, would infuriate a jackass.
On good days, if you trust life, life has to answer you.
Empires and churches are born under the sun of death.
The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.
I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.