Intelligence is predatory, but full of fastidiousness and frights.
Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.
Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.
What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.
Pedagogical romances leave the mentor disgruntled, the pupil confused.