Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
Scepticism is always a back road leading to some credo or other.
Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.
The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.