Attaining even mediocrity is often a struggle.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
When a modest man praises himself, people listen.
The psychiatrist's office: the only place I can be sure my story will be treated as sad, but interesting.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.
The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.