If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.

Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art a slave to sin... wickedness has made you ugly.

Yet I know that good is coming to me—that good is always coming; though few have at all times the simplicity and the courage to believe it. What we call evil, is the only and best shape, which, for the person and his condition at the time, could be assumed by the best good. And so, FAREWELL.

As I said to Speedicut, it's hell in the diplomatic.

Half of the misery in the world comes from trying to look, instead of trying to be, what one is not.

Where there is no choice, we do well to make no difficulty.

We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.