Self-hatred and self-love are equally self-centered.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.
The Ancient Mariner seizes the guest at the wedding feast and will not let go until he has told all his story: the prototype of the bore.
Vice is a dreary business. And virtue is not a lot of fun, either.
Advice is more agreeable in the mouth than in the ear.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.