Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.
Home again, I can groan, scratch, and talk to myself.
If your nose is up in the air, you cannot see where you are going.
A sense of absurdity interferes with my efforts to appear venerable.
I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.
People are reluctant to cite boredom as grounds for divorce.