Rule of religion: purpose breathes even in dirt and stones.
To confer dignity, forgive. To express contempt, forget.
The beloved is the ultimate fetish.
When love and adventure are finished, it's nice to have getting and spending to fall back on.
The past goes right on pulling me apart, though I can scarcely remember the people or the issues.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.