The Only Joy In The

Why So Much Innuendo, Draped Like Ivy To Hide A Cesspool, When Everyone Knew The Cesspool Was There?

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.

I Spent The Whole Evening Sitting Before A Mirror To Keep Myself Company.

Anchorites Used To Ill-treat Themselves In The Way They Did, So That The Common People Would Not Begrudge Them The Beatitude They Would Enjoy In Heaven.

Because, To Despise Money, One Must Have Plenty Of It.