Worrying is as futile as boredom, but harder work.

I deplore my shortcomings, but plan to keep them.

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

The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy.

Fortuna smiles and frowns according to a timetable surprising even to herself.

Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.

Poor but happy is not a phrase invented by a poor person.