Beauty Compels Us; Reason Merely Cajoles.

Wisdom Cannot Prevent A Fall, But May Cushion It.

Literary Criticism Now Is All Pranks And Polemics.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.

I Love You In My Dreams, But Not In Real Life.

The Intimacy Of Love Absolves Us Of Our Guilty Separateness.