In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.
Doubt is long-winded. Certainty is brief.
Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.
Once discover comfort, and there is no turning back.
Sleepy-head is no longer aroused by tragic imaginings.
The tragic hero prefers death to prudence. The comedian prefers playing tricks to winning. Only the villain really plays to win.