Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.
Every good time that goes on too long turns into a hell.
I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.
The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.
The nudes of art are not so distant from pornography as prudish pedants pretend.
Cynicism formulates issues clearly, but only to dismiss them.