It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.