Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.
Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.
Simplicity is a strict taskmaster.
Idleness makes people feeble and peevish. Work makes them stalwart and prone to anger.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Flatter me, but delicately, please, for I am fastidious.