I will not tolerate your faults. They are of no use to me.
Thinking about the universe has now been handed over to specialists. The rest of us merely read about it.
If everything had a label, we would live in a fully delineated but false world.
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.
The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.
Unconditional love is a lofty ideal, but unconditional hate is a fact well documented by history.