Imprudence gets us into more trouble than actual misdeeds do.
When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.
Politicians love change, but of details only.
The sheen of ocean gleams on the blue fish-plate.
Prudence does not save us, but shows us pictures of our destroyers.
The hysterical find too much significance in things. The depressed find too little.