Balance is what distinguishs a people from a mob.
A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.
Jessica stopped beside him, said: 'What delicious abandon in the sleep of a child.' He spoke mechanically: 'If only adults could relax like that.' 'Yes.' 'Where do we lose it?' he murmured. 'We do, indeed, lose something,' she said.
You know it's love when you want to give joy and damn the consequences.
Most of us choose our companions and surroundings to reflect ourselves.
Truth suffers from too much analysis.