The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed
I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.
...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Little girls are like old cats. If they don't like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.
I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.
Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.