Abstinence soothes the flesh to the point of the rigor mortis.

The facts of social life become the texture on their way to us.

The road ends when it becomes too expensive.

The lottery paradoxically refutes the impossible - to become rich honestly.

A person differs from an instrument in that he is able to play on himself.

Do aliens really exist or are their robots flying here?
What difference does it make?! If they do fly, all they do is spit on us from above.