Profusion gives pleasure up to a point; then we become squeamish.
Vicarious living is only slightly less impossible than vicarious eating.
Victorian sorrow: the stars are winking in the sky, but not for us.
Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.
The unhappy are prisoners of a single round of thought.
Paradox implies that stating a contradiction disposes of it.