It's like this, dear boy, the one in front is blind and the kind one behind is pushing him.
Passion in a dromedary doesn't go so deep; a camel when it's mating never sobs itself to sleep.
It is not the eyes of others that I am wary of, but my own.
Dear 338171 (May I call you 338?)
Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.
The higher the building the lower the morals.