If a problem is insoluble, it is Necessity. Leave it alone.
All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.
My regimen is lust and avarice for exercise, gluttony and sloth for relaxation.
While we are reading, we are all Don Quixote.
A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.
My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.