The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.
At the end of every diet, the path curves back to the trough.
Old age likes indecency. It's a sign of life.
Proverbial wisdom counsels against risk and change. But sitting ducks fare worst of all.
Most bad luck is the misfortune of not being an exception.
I feel affluent or not according to what part of town I am in.