I enjoy my rights, but I revel in my privileges.
I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.
Affection reproaches, but does not denounce.
Politics inflame the passions in a way that few beloveds can match.
Either offer me something I really like, or stop trying to tempt me.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.