Literature is the memory of humanity.
The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.
When a writer tries to explain too much, he's out of time before he begins.
There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.
Those who run around with women don't walk tightropes. They find it hard enough to crawl on the ground.
We know what a person thinks not when he tells us what he thinks, but by his actions.