Fear regulates. Appetite impels.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
I have a special grudge against those who have the same faults as I do.
Striving toward a goal puts a more pleasing construction on our advance toward death.
Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.