Modern pictures banish depiction for interfering with the workings of paint.
Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.
Unlike the actual, the fictional explains itself.
Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.
The Olympian gods cannot have grand passions because they cannot die.
If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.