I am now old enough to make common cause with my predecessors against my successors.

I love money, but will money ever love me in return?

Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.

Blonds look angelic, but can (oh, happy!) be fleshy as well.

My love grows wide and shallow in an effort to spread my losses.

Creativity is not a substitute for competence.

I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.