Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.
Giving out crowns to everyone will not make a nation of kings.
Either offer me something I really like, or stop trying to tempt me.
After ages of bombast, the rhetoric of virtue has become ironic and shy.
As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.
My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.