Old age likes indecency. It's a sign of life.

Sleepy-head is no longer aroused by tragic imaginings.

Snarls and sobs show that a love affair is getting serious.

Yawns are hard to refute.

Truth is a necessary phantom.

Change often makes accepted customs into crimes.

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.