You can construct the character of a man and his age not only from what he does and says, but from what he fails to say and do.
Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.
Why always "not yet"? Do flowers in spring say "not yet"?
One can always trust to time. Insert a wedge of time and nearly everything straightens itself out.
The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.
There is so much goodness in real life- do let us keep it out of our books.