Victimization has its privileges, and I want some.
In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.
My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.
Many who take up burdens come to resent being put upon.
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.
Maxims are sharp-edged half-truths.