It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
Writing poetry is like always being in love. What masochism! What luxury!
And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.
It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.
Sadness is a privilege. To be mopey about something, that's a privilege. I did not grow up with that.
I think the cynicism that you have when you've just gone through a break-up is a luxury that you allow yourself for a while.
A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.
