Guilt Stirs Me, But Only To Self-pity.

Gossip Is Dying Out Because Fewer And Fewer People Care To Talk About Anything Besides Themselves.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

Expenditure Now Attracts Fame As Conquest Once Did.

By The Time I Have Clarified A Thought, I No Longer Want To Think It.

Most Bad Luck Is The Misfortune Of Not Being An Exception.