Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.
Manly men and womanly women are still here but feeling nervous.
Sentimentality is the respect the cold-hearted pay to feeling.
The man of sensibility is too busy talking about his feelings to have time for good deeds.
The aphorism sometimes casts off cynicism and expresses strong feeling.
In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
If you insist on asking me why I feel the way I do, I plan to take the Fifth Amendment.
Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.
Under attack, sentiments harden into dogma.
Commitments, not feelings, hold life together.
