Minds will wander even during the Last Judgment.
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.
My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had.
Doubt is long-winded. Certainty is brief.
Civilization creates discontents; barbarism creates quick endings.
Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.