Thou shalt not offend against the notions of thy neighbor.

Literature is a vast bazaar where customers come to purchase everything except mirrors.

I fear You and, yes, I love You: and yet I cannot believe. Why could You not let me believe, where so many believed? Or else, why could You not let me deride, as the remainder derided so noisily? O God, why could You not let me have faith? for You gave me no faith in anything, not even in nothingness. It was not fair.

As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

Time changes all things and cultivates even in herself an appreciation of irony, and, therefore, why shouldn't I have changed a trifle?

People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.