How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Love is a peculiar thing.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.