Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.
Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.
The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
Except for poverty, incompatibility, opposition of parents, absence of love on one side and of desire to marry on both, nothing stands in the way of our happy union.
Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.