Awakening in the morning returns us to life, and to awareness of death.
Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.
Cynicism often draws correct conclusions, but nobody could live by its lights.
My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.
Sincerity: willingness to spend one's own money.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.