Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.

The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.

Your need to talk does not create in me a need to listen.

My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.

My mind is led astray by every faint rustle.

Glamour looks eloquent but seldom talks.

A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.