Old age learns about less after a lifetime of more.
The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.
As every cockroach knows, thriving on poisons is the secret of success.
Violence stops thought. Hence its popularity as a pain-killer.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
In New York, pretending to be above the struggle means no seat on the bus and a table next to the kitchen.