Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.

The discontented believe that their regrets are about the past.

I cling to depression, thinking it a form of truth.

Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.

I like what I do for a living. I also like NOT doing it--perhaps even more.

Every lover's lament has an element of boasting.

The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.