...there is little that comes so close to death as fulfilled love.
If you tell anything to a woman ... it's like putting it in the papers.
The world is like an enormous set of scales. When evil begins to outweigh good, angels cram themselves in on the lighter side. You can't see them, but there they are, restoring the balance.
Fear is the touch of death, death reminding us of its existence.
Graveyards remind us of the vanity of all human endeavour.
If we lose our memory, we lose ourselves. Forgetting is one of the symptoms of death. Without memory we cease to be human beings.