Prudence does not make people happy; it merely deprives them of the excitement of being constantly in trouble.
Young girls giggle with nervous delight at the erections they inspire.
An insult angers me. Being ignored crushes me.
Lovers always believe one another's sleight-of-hand tricks.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Conscience is the moralized form of self-absorption.