Complainers rule out happiness, mentioning it only as something lost.
Regret for wasted time is more wasted time
Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.
Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.
A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.
Cheap thrill: moral outrage revels in its own innocence and in the guilt of the wicked Others.