The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection.
Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.
There's folks 'ud hold a sieve under the pump and expect to carry away the water.
There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.
Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.
Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.