Born a saint, die a sinner - born a sinner, die a saint.
To buy happiness is to sell soul.
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
We are all serving a life sentence, and good behavior is our only hope for a pardon.
Perfection is perfectly simple; fouling things up requires true skill.
Materialism is the only form of distraction from true bliss.