Energy falls just short of being joy.
To Jane Austen, every fool is a treasure trove.
I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
After Voltaire: envy is chained to the portico of the temple of glory and can neither enter nor leave.
The novel avoids the sublime and seeks out the interesting.