Guilt is often an excuse for not thinking.
Statisticians do it with confidence, frequency and variation
Fashions in sin change.
Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.
You do too much. Go and do nothing for a while. Nothing.
Was it always my nature to take a bad time and block out the good times, until any success became an accident and failure seemed the only truth?