When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.
Political correctness is driving machismo underground and recalling effeminacy from exile.
Prudence suspects that happiness is a bait set by risk.
The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
Victory brings obliviousness; defeat, attentiveness.
In retirement, only money and symptoms are consequential.