Blonds look angelic, but can (oh, happy!) be fleshy as well.
We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.
Moralists love to discourse on the hollowness of success; about the hollowness of failure they are silent.
Every doctrine has a theory of the beginning.
Power makes gods. Virtue makes martyrs.
As I review my life, I feel I must have missed the point, either then or now.