Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?

Change often makes accepted customs into crimes.

Wit: a whim followed by a wham.

I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.

Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.

I feel affluent or not according to what part of town I am in.

I answered my father's demands for sympathy with silence.