No matter how close thought sticks to the actual, it follows its own rules.
The familiar changes as we cling to it.
Failures are easier to repeat than successes.
I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.
I must like my profession, since I can hardly distinguish myself from it.
Reclusive? The inner city will secure your privacy better than any desert cave.