In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.

Wealth makes the laws that poverty must obey.

When a modest man praises himself, people listen.

When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.

Satire is born of the cities it denounces.

If you corner me, you are going to hear some unwelcome truths.

The limitations of pleasure cannot be overcome by more pleasure.