Fear of my cruel impulses makes me kind.
Even in writing an annual report, the unconscious plays a role.
Curiosity, easily frightened, takes refuge in puzzles, murder mysteries, and spectator sports.
Losing gracefully is commended but never chosen.
If you do not throw in a few promises of better things to come, gloomy one, I am going to take you back to the library.
The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.