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

The desire to create literature leads to frights, grunts, and coy looks.

Creative memory is the historian's most subtle opponent.

Funerals prove that someone is really gone.

Language cannot say everything, fortunately.

Eagerness to please attracts bullies and bores.

Nothing is more cheerful than talking about our friends' shortcomings.