Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.

Now I know the full power of evil. It makes ugliness seem beautiful and goodness seem ugly and weak.

Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.

I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

That is the thankless position of the father in the family-the provider for all, and the enemy of all.

Love between a man and woman is war.