Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul.
To what do you not drive human hearts, cursed for craving gold!
I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.
Truth travels slowly and gets weaker as it goes. Suitable lies are strong and run faster.
Alcoholism plus criminality plus whatever caused both in the first place form a combination that is very nearly happy-ending-proof.
the possession of power brings on madness.