To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.
One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language.
Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.
One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
To accomplish nothing and die of the strain