I mean you last as long as lies.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction.

I mean you last as long as lies.