Opportunity knocks, but doesn't always answer to its name.
It is not confused. We are.
Reclusive? The inner city will secure your privacy better than any desert cave.
Neat trick: to be roused to ambition and reconciled to one's mediocrity at the same time.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?