Always Late: Thus I Make You The

The Self-righteous Rule Out The Possibility That They Are What Has Gone Wrong.

Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

Every Farewell Combines Loss And New Freedom.

Don Juan Tries Not To See The Skeptical Winks That Greet His Boasting.