The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.
Never ask a bore a question.
Symbolism erects a facade of respectability to hide the indecency of dreams.
Happiness is often hard-hearted.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
Staid middle age loves the hurricane passions of opera.