With age, comfort becomes more seductive than beauty.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
My strengths make me contemptuous. My weaknesses make me charitable.
A sure cure for boredom: fast until you are ravenous.
To be successful be ahead of your time, but only a little.