A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.
Once I find the right maxim to apply, I feel that I have done all that can be expected of me.
In New York, one must collapse to be indolent.
Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.
Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.