Under attack, sentiments harden into dogma.
A dirty mind is a rich inner resource.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
With decrepitude, longevity has overshot the mark.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
The desire to be significant casts a pall.