Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.
The educated do not share a common body of information, but a common state of mind.
My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.
The desire to create literature leads to frights, grunts, and coy looks.
Avant-garde art jousts with propriety, but takes care never to unseat it.
Malice is always authentic and sincere.