Brothers are so unpleasant.
It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.
The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.
The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.
Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hand.
Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.