Life refines even the least inclined.
The iron inclined are least refined.
Difficulty refines — unless it wrecks.
The divinest irony runs the soul’s refinery.
Bookish wit is gold refined, but household wit is dross sublime.
A home is a refinery — unless it’s a whinery.
Anxiety’s society disrefines us quietly.
What one refines a dozen more declines.
Fool, recline; wise, refine.
Only love affinates ambition.