The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.

Loneliness is more likely to lead to fussy housekeeping than to grand views of the Universe.

Vanity is easily duped. Ambition, not.

Constant talkers are unheard.

Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.

Ironic and jittery, we are puzzled by the old heroes with their fighting, boasting, and cocksure lovemaking.

Unlike art and sex, money always arouses interest.