Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed.
Time is not a luxury, sensuality is.
Tossing doughnuts, fritters or fried dumplings in fennel sugar adds grown-up complexity without diminishing the indulgence factor.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.
Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.
