It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.
Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
No one is exempt from grief.
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.