Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?

Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!

Mortality: not acquittal but a series of postponements is what we hope for.

My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.

With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.

Procrastination makes easy things hard, hard things harder.

Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.