Hatred observes with more care than love does.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?
Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits.
The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.
Disobedient parents are a great trouble to their children.