My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.
Sign at the orgy: BODIES ONLY.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.
If everything had a label, we would live in a fully delineated but false world.
Love sorrows are addictive as other sorrows are not.