The young have stolen our youthfulness, and flaunt it without shame.
Vacations prove that a life of pleasure is overrated.
When science drove the gods out of nature, they took refuge in poetry and the porticos of civic buildings.
Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.
Rhyme and meter force gaps in meaning so the muse can enter.
Lying just for the fun of it is either art or pathology.