The love game is never called off on account of darkness.

Sex was a game nobody lost.

Making deals and making sure they suceeded. It was non-stop

4776. The Sun is never the worse for shining on a Dunghill.

The sun still shines.

Man has no reason to exist. If we all die now, the sun won't stop shining.

the game always the same no matter how much the men who love it change, a simplicity that waits day after day, beautiful and addictive.

The TV channels never ran out of sponsorship for their live telecasts of despair. They never ran out of despair

Politics may come and go, but trade goes on forever.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.

Short of coming to their senses and abolishing the whole thing, we might expect that the rules for daylight saving time will remain the same for some time to come, but there is no guarantee. (We can only be glad there is no daylight loan time, or we would face decades of too much daylight, only to be faced with a few years of total darkness to make up for it.)

The Empire Never Ended