Nature knows no difference between weeds and flowers.
Opportunity knocks, but doesn't always answer to its name.
Swindlers are notoriously gullible.
Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.
Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.