I answered my father's demands for sympathy with silence.
Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.
Thoughts can be revised. Deeds cannot.
A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street.
No need to be sentimental to mourn the loss of Paradise.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.