One could argue that most of the trouble in the world is caused by introspection.
If you really wanted to mess me up$$$ you should have got to me earlier.
He will always be a slave who does not know how to live upon a little.
His descent was like nightfall.
What came first -- the music or the misery? Did I listen to the music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to the music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?
More of me comes out when I improvise.
Marriage can wait$$$ education cannot.
If I could say it in words$$$ there would be no reason to paint
Life transforming ideas have always come to me through books.
Take your needle$$$ my child$$$ and work at your pattern; it will come out arose by and by. Life is like that - one stitch at a time taken patiently$$$ and the pattern will come out all right like the embroidery.