Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.
The young are just as opinionated as the old, but have more exciting things to do than sit around airing their opinions all day.
A quiet fool can go undiscovered for a long time.
Health can be squandered, but not stored up.
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past.