If A Problem Is Insoluble, It Is

Jealousy Is Inconsolable Because It Cannot Know The Beloved

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

Nostalgia Paints A Smile On The Stony Face Of The Past.

If Beggars Do Not Hate The Rest Of Us, They Are Even More Abject Than I Had Imagined.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.