Hope likes justification, but can do without.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
Critic's delight: scolding the Mighty Dead.
In art, a dress is never just a dress; nor in life either.
My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I am merely being witty.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.