Flattery and insults raise the same question: What do you want?
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.
Envy grieves. Jealousy rages.
Eternity eludes us, even as a thought.
Don't stare into a mirror when you are trying to solve a problem.