Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.
Born a saint, die a sinner - born a sinner, die a saint.
Perfection is perfectly simple; fouling things up requires true skill.
The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the less we find true romantic love.
Conscience is the window of our spirit, evil is the curtain.
Buying a lie is one thing, giving it away for free is quite another.