Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.
Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.
For some, bottles of liquor gleam like the towers of Eldorado.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
The haiku lets meaning float; the aphorism pins it down.