Yawns are hard to refute.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

Disappointment proves that expectations were mistaken.

Excrement can never be culturally elaborated to the extent that nutriment can.

I know God exits, but I don't know where.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

Fastidious taste makes enjoyment a struggle.