Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.
After Voltaire: envy is chained to the portico of the temple of glory and can neither enter nor leave.
Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Wisdom cannot prevent a fall, but may cushion it.
I resist change even as I call for it.