Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
My bits of time play with eternity.
When your suffering is a little greater than my suffering I feel that I am a little cruel.
When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.
I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.