'Y' is about the weakest letter of all. 'Y' can't make up its mind if it's a vowel or a consonant, can it?

Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.

Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right.

If, by happiness, you mean the absence of adversity I and all fabricants are the happiest stratum in corpocracy as genomicists insist. However, if happiness means the conquest of adversity or a sense of purpose, or the xercise of one’s will to power, then of all Nea So Copros’s slaves we surely are the most miserable.

Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.