Love talks and talks. Lust is brief and to the point.
Those who follow where their genitals lead them often wind up in tedious company.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.
Anxiety and lust are evicting the older passions.
Laughter scares off lust.
Lechery is secretive, but must finally reveal itself to at least one.
