I hope I can settle my internal conflicts without bloodshed.
Be kind to unkind people. They need it the most.
Your reasoning is excellent, it's only your basic assumptions that are wrong.
It's hopeless! Tomorrow there'll be even more books I should have read than there are today.
Don't call it freedom, unless it includes the freedom to be absolutely disgusting.
At what point in my struggle with nature will nature finally give up?