The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
Many who take up burdens come to resent being put upon.
Affection reproaches, but does not denounce.
Narcissus weeps to find that his Image does not return his love.
Placing the extraordinary at the center of the ordinary, as realism does, is a great comfort to us stay-at-homes.
Conscious thought is the tidying up at the end.