I've always enjoyed poor health
An honest politician is either a hypocrite - or he is doomed.
I often reread books I have written
The feeble soul merely whines and complains.
But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.
My dreams are all follies.