It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
Didacticism is the death of art.
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.