I am at length joined to Bologna$$$ where I am settled like a sausage.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

I do not mind lying$$$ but I hate inaccuracy.

Whatever I may do to serve you will be prompted solely from selfish motives$$$ since it gives me more pleasure to serve you than not.

I have never felt salvation in nature. I love cities above all.

Believe it or not$$$ I can actually draw.

Dost thou love picking meat? Or wouldst thou see a man in the clouds$$$ and have him speak to thee?

I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.

What's one less person on the face of the Earth$$$ anyways?

You can shoot a barracuda between the eyes and it won't go to hell because it doesn't know where or what hell is...