I take my only exercise acting as a pallbearer at the funerals of my friends who exercise regularly.
There isn't anything so grotesque or so incredible that the average human being can't believe it.
No real gentleman will tell the naked truth in the presence of ladies.
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
There are some few people I respect and admire, but I don't think much of the species.
I'm merely running some errands. This is now off the record.