Think of the many different relations of form and content. E.g., the many pairs of trousers and what's in them.

Let's have some good, old-fashioned literature, with a virgin and a moral.

Innocence: I am only stepping on your face because it lies in my path.

Work at first rescues us, then ravages us.

Courage, determination, and hard work are all very nice, but not so nice as an oil well in the back yard.

Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.

Critics are more committed to the rules of art than artists are.