Repetition comforts me for a time, then closes in.
Style disdains comfort and is always ready to sacrifice virtue.
Perhaps fortunately, no one has ever found out what it would be like to have all his wishes fulfilled.
I read here and there in books, enjoying the examples and ignoring the argument.
An illicit love affair seems sweetly old-fashioned in the age of one night stands and orgies.
When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.