I Pursue Pleasure, But Stingily, Suspiciously.

Until I Am Ready To Lose Weight, I Cannot See How Fat I Am.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.

Cynicism Often Draws Correct Conclusions, But Nobody Could Live By Its Lights.

The Young Are Just As Opinionated As The Old, But Have More Exciting Things To Do Than Sit Around Airing Their Opinions All Day.