The tragic hero prefers death to prudence. The comedian prefers playing tricks to winning. Only the villain really plays to win.
The Muses inspire art and pretend not to notice when Mammon buys it.
With every physical pain, my moral fibre unravels a little.
Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.
Jealousy is inconsolable because it cannot know the beloved
Your words and my words are the same, but not our meaning.