In my own country$$$ I am in a far off land.

It is ignorance that causes most mistakes.

We must powder our wigs; that is why so many poor people have no bread.

I have gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain.

I do not think therefore I am a moustache.

I am too far gone to be rehabilitated.

My dick is a macho shithead but the rest of me is a sensitive$$$ caring and gentle guy.

Love stories are built around people's idiosyncrasies.

Without enthusiasm nothing great can be effected in art.

No matter how difficult our situation may be$$$ there are always people who are suffering more.