Beggars beg to get money, not to reproach the passerby.
Few artists can afford artistic temperament.
The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.
At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.
Romantics consider common sense vulgar.
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.