Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
To Jane Austen, every fool is a treasure trove.
Learned researches lead to headaches, constipation, and befuddled quarreling.
Lonely people keep up a ceaseless flow of commentary on themselves.
Nothing easier than to confuse busyness with goodness.
Jealousy fuses megalomania and self-abandonment.