Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.

With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.

Enough is ever-receding.

Reason argues the case, but fact may determine the judgment.

People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.

Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.

Laughing at our friends, we avenge the disappointment they have caused.