We are prepared for insults, but compliments leave us baffled.
The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.
Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.
All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
Office politics are bloody-minded, but weak on content.