I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage.
While there's life, there's fear.
The pointless ferocities of intellectual life shock businessmen, who kill only to eat.
Men and women would be even more unhappy if they really understood one another.
Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?