Like other high subjects, the Law gives no ground to common sense.

If I want my time wasted, I'll waste it myself.

Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.

The young have stolen our youthfulness, and flaunt it without shame.

Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.

When a modest man praises himself, people listen.

While there's life, there's fear.