I suffer from a spiritual malaise which manifests itself in outbursts of vicious rage.
Good music always defeats bad luck
The life we've been leading couldn't last forever. It's a wonder it lasted as long as it did.
When you demand the nature of my motives, you reveal the style of your thinking to be callow, captious, superficial, craven, uncertain and impudent.
Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.
Beauty is a luster which love bestows to guile the eye. Therefore it may be said that only when the brain is without love will the eye look and see no beauty.