To win hearts, smile kindly on people's weaknesses.
My nostalgia is for the impossible.
I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.
Health can be squandered, but not stored up.
We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.