Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.

As a youth, I sought out decadence; as an elder, I try to avoid decay.

The modest youth somehow knows just what to do for the cameras.

The hero used to be the one in white. Now he is harder to spot.

At the end of every diet, the path curves back to the trough.

The New Right: kiss the bankers and spank the babies.

Posterity--the forlorn child of nineteenth century optimism--grows ever harder to conceive.