Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
Don't sacrifice yourself for me. I will not be grateful.
Wit saves us from being swallowed whole by life.
When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.
Lying just for the fun of it is either art or pathology.
Artistic inspiration ignores the law of supply and demand.