The villain may be good looking, but his smile is never quite right.
The dignified catastrophes of tragedy bear little resemblance to the slow ruin inflicted by life.
I like what I do for a living. I also like NOT doing it--perhaps even more.
When sages commend excess, Desire is sick.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
Out of power, Marxism can develop critical intelligence; in power, it quickly becomes stupid.