My strengths make me contemptuous. My weaknesses make me charitable.
The perfect aphorism would achieve classical balance and then immediately upset it.
Style disdains comfort and is always ready to sacrifice virtue.
Alone, I am drunk on my thoughts; in company, I am sober again.
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time.
If the current is right, one can drift to success.