Conscience is the moralized form of self-absorption.
Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.
Every representation, even of an orgy, is a sublimation.
Most of my decisions in life seem absent-minded but inevitable.
Pessimists fear becoming the dupes of Hope. Optimists enjoy Hope's company, and consider being duped no great matter.
I feel affluent or not according to what part of town I am in.