Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

I mean you last as long as lies.

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

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Life is the game that must be played.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

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.