All Anger Feels Like Righteous Anger; Sorrow

Many Pains Are Imaginary, But All Joys Are Real.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Alone, Lonely People Talk To Themselves. In Company, They Often Continue.

Amazing That The Human Race Has Taken Enough Time Out From Thinking About Food Or Sex To Create The Arts And Sciences.

My Mind No Longer Has Romantic Abysses, But Has Become Shallow, With Many Little Gaps And Cracks.