My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.
When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
In the museums, everything is in quotation marks.
The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.
A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming.