Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.
Comedy is hostile to profundity, and brings everything to the surface.
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks.
Charity does not like arithmetic; selfishness worships it.
Good manners can render even virtue tolerable.
There are different rules for reading, for thinking, and for talking. Writing blends all three of them.