Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.
Even a tourist can tell in a Roman street that he is in something and not outside of something as he would be in most cities. In Rome to go out is to go home.
Shame can be self-indulgence too.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.
To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.