Original sin reassures us that our slip was not the first.
I love money, but will money ever love me in return?
Prudence does not save us, but shows us pictures of our destroyers.
When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion.
Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.
My obsessions used to be my protectors, but now they have taken me prisoner.