The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
Moderation in all things is best, but it's pretty hard to get excited about it.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Stutters and snorts are meaningful but not usually referential.
The neuroses parody the virtues.
A real idea keeps changing and appears in many places.