Life is what it makes you.
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
Self-sacrifice usually contains an unspoken demand for payment.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
The sacred is found boring by many who find the uncanny fascinating.
The hysterical find too much significance in things. The depressed find too little.