Sulking is silent because speaking would reveal its folly.
Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
The more learned a writer, the more digression beckons him.
I would enjoy experiencing the hollowness of success at first- hand.
The pointless ferocities of intellectual life shock businessmen, who kill only to eat.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.