The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
The well of true wit is truth itself.
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?