Sometimes "Yes" is rhetoric enough.
A work of art is an echo chamber which repeats what people say about it.
Babies and the old are permitted self-absorption. In between, it provokes resentment.
Laughing at our friends, we avenge the disappointment they have caused.
I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.
The perfect aphorism would achieve classical balance and then immediately upset it.