Small talk comes from small bones.

Here people was once used to be honourable: now they are all bad; they have kept one goodness: that they are greatest boozers.

Sleep$$$ those little slices of death$$$ how I loathe them.

The idea of God$$$ infinity$$$ or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

There is no such thing as a lover's oath.

Action is the foundational key to all success.

Fatigue makes cowards of us all.

I don't know much about being a millionaire$$$ but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.

Honey$$$ times like this$$$ it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper$$$ something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever.

I suppose its a comfort$$$ perhaps a sense of self-control$$$ doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.