Self-pity makes people callous.
Always clamping down on excitement is not self-control but fear.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.
In an aphorism, aptness counts for more than truth.
As a child I was middle-aged and cautious compared to my impulsive father.
Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!