But words are water in Amsterdam, they flood your ears and set the rot, and the church's east corner is crowded.
But how right is it to kill a man for something that is in his soul?
Pity, unlike hate, can be boxed and put away.
Love is best a phantom than reality, better in the chase than caught.
The bars on our cage are of our own making.
Every woman is the architect of her own fortune.