Pessimists fear becoming the dupes of Hope. Optimists enjoy Hope's company, and consider being duped no great matter.
Love talks and talks. Lust is brief and to the point.
Wit: a whim followed by a wham.
I am now old enough to make common cause with my predecessors against my successors.
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.
Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?