The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.
Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.
Every doctrine has a theory of the beginning.
At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.
Small successes are still successes; great failures are still failures.
The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.