I create my social existence by earning and spending.
The New Right: kiss the bankers and spank the babies.
The realist lies for advantage. The fantasist lies to give his dreams a flavor of reality.
In psychoanalysis, only the fee is exactly what it seems to be.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.
As every cockroach knows, thriving on poisons is the secret of success.