The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.
Fortuna smiles and frowns according to a timetable surprising even to herself.
After ages of bombast, the rhetoric of virtue has become ironic and shy.
Insecurity is not just a state of mind.
Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.