Under attack, sentiments harden into dogma.

Outside literature, high-flown sentiments are merely exasperating.

Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.

If you insist on asking me why I feel the way I do, I plan to take the Fifth Amendment.

Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.

Manly men and womanly women are still here but feeling nervous.

In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.

The aphorism sometimes casts off cynicism and expresses strong feeling.

Sentimentality is the respect the cold-hearted pay to feeling.