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.
I suffer from a spiritual malaise which manifests itself in outbursts of vicious rage.
Jack Vance's Lyonesse books are the greatest fairy tale of the twentieth century.
I do not care to listen; obloquy injures my self-esteem and I am skeptical of praise.
Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.