People invent gods to explain their suffering.
Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.
Energy falls just short of being joy.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
What's the good of being stoical if nobody notices?
Aphorisms have never seduced anybody, but they have fooled some into considering themselves worldly-wise.