As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.
Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.
Frivolous sorrow is folly. Frivolous enjoyment is not.
I wish you joy of your unhappiness, since you cling to it so.
Wisdom has lost repute because it so often applies to a state of affairs that no longer exists.
I have forgiven you. Nevertheless, begone!