I am no longer in love, but I still have my jealousy.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.
The young break rules for fun. The old for profit.
A moment of eloquence enthralls us. An hour's worth leaves us stupefied.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Worry is not thought; complaining is not action.