Some of my troubles are so familiar, I know them by their first names.
For me, it's always easy to choose between the Ultimate, the Infinite, and the Chocolate.
Aren't I lucky, to have survived so much bad luck.
Be a good neighbor, and leave me alone.
How can there ever possibly be a conflict between my private interests and the public good?
Somehow I reached excess without ever noticing when I was passing through satisfaction.