True wit has a grave intention.
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.
The doctrine of the immortality of the soul has more threat than comfort.
Talk shows are proof that conversation is dead.
A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.
In even the happiest love story, the World wins at last.