The pointless ferocities of intellectual life shock businessmen, who kill only to eat.
If you should ever acknowledge my existence, I plan to snub you.
I love money, but will money ever love me in return?
The Puritan sours his pleasures by disguising them as duties.
You are so tactful that I have no idea what you want.
Secrets die when kept or revealed. They live by being faintly and uncertainly repeated.