Joy goes as deep as sorrow, but leaves less of itself behind.
No one can remember himself as an unpleasant child.
Observe decorum, and it will open a path to morality.
In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.