The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of

Cheap Thrill: Moral Outrage Revels In Its Own Innocence And In The Guilt Of The Wicked Others.

Pity Drowns In Numbers.

Youth Demands More Than Ordinary Life. Age Clings To It.

When Love Ends, We Cry Out Against Destiny. When Friendship Ends, We Cry Out Against Our Friend.

Only Death Goes Deeper Than Sex.