Without asceticism, self-indulgence would be insignificant.
My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had.
You are as happy as you think you are, but not necessarily as miserable as you imagine.
Conscious thought is the tidying up at the end.
When I get the point, I often don't know what to do with it.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.