Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?

You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important--especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

Kiss me now, love me now.

I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.