Wit saves us from being swallowed whole by life.
Maxims are sharp-edged half-truths.
Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.
If I had found the words I was looking for, I would not have read so much.