Flattery has to overcome my mistrust, and it does.
Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.
Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.
Faith prefers the absurd to the plausible.
Loneliness is more likely to lead to fussy housekeeping than to grand views of the Universe.
The egg is the symbol of perfection. Do you want an egg?