My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.

Natural Man, in our current version, is a disgruntled adolescent.

Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.

Some subjects come up suddenly in our speech and cannot be silenced.

Sophistication knows the score, but is powerless to change it.

Adversity can strengthen us if it does not go on too long.

My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.