The modest youth somehow knows just what to do for the cameras.
Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm.
Ideas about life organize perception; names of emotions organize sensations; rules of syntax organize thought. But pain comes on its own.
Every few years something new breaks into the circle of my thoughts.
Silence kills scandal.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.