How many things are now at loose ends! Who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow?
Maturity is when all of your mirrors turn into windows.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
In order to die, you must first have lived.
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
Every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us.