When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.
Once I find the right maxim to apply, I feel that I have done all that can be expected of me.
To avoid tripping on the chain of the past, you have to pick it up and wind it about you.
Do as you like--if you know what it is.
Power makes gods. Virtue makes martyrs.
The aphorism: a platitude that swerves, or slides all the way around.