Writing means revealing oneself to excess.
I am free and that is why I am lost.
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.
If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you.
In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.