We create the world in which we live; if that world becomes unfit for human life, it is because we tire of our responsibility.
Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.
For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?
Sheep with a nasty side.
Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.
The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.