In art, a dress is never just a dress; nor in life either.
The Puritan sours his pleasures by disguising them as duties.
Dieting is our last tie with asceticism.
Intuition is often mistaken, but not altogether.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
Truth usually stammers at first.