Pride sings and dances; humility sighs.
Vulgarity is innocent; urbanity is not.
Aphorisms may equivocate, but they must not wobble.
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.
With decrepitude, longevity has overshot the mark.
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.