I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.
Suffering teaches us only that we suffer. Joy shows us which way to go.
The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.
The hero used to be the one in white. Now he is harder to spot.
We make some changes. But mostly changes make us.
The self-righteous feel no need to be charming, and thus double their offensiveness.