Consensus is usually made possible by vague language and shallow commitments.
The nudes of art are not so distant from pornography as prudish pedants pretend.
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend.
Originality finds the unexpected but inevitable next step.
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.
A sense of blessedness comes from a change of heart, not from more blessings.