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.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
Thrift is an attractive idea until you get down to specifics.
I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.
My neglected duties crowd around me in my dreams, murmuring.
A sense of righteousness is even more dangerous than a violent temper.