To love a fool is a misfortune, but does not make one a fool.
Good manners can render even virtue tolerable.
Most self-laceration is more noisy than painful.
To postpone unpleasantness is human; to forget it is divine.
Avant-garde art jousts with propriety, but takes care never to unseat it.
The lyric deals with love and sorrow, the aphorism with contradiction and deceit.