Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
After my spectacular failures, I could not be satisfied with an ordinary success.
The smile of a politician is strong and friendly, but noncommittal.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
After Voltaire: envy is chained to the portico of the temple of glory and can neither enter nor leave.