Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.
The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
Either offer me something I really like, or stop trying to tempt me.
Aphorisms know the angles, but not the structure.
I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.