In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.

Literature may be false, but it is not trivial.

My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.

If you call failures experiments, you can put them in your resume and claim them as achievements.

Constant talkers are unheard.

I enjoy my rights, but I revel in my privileges.

Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.