Self-hatred and self-love are equally self-centered.
A sentimental aphorism is even more a surprise than a hard- boiled sonnet.
With decrepitude, longevity has overshot the mark.
Confess to the misdeeds you cannot hide.
Self-conscious? Try a wig, a corset, a veil, a beard. Or cultivate shamelessness.
Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.