Luck is the residue of design.
Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.
... then there was war in heaven. But it was not angels. It was that small golden zeppelin, like a long oval world, high up. It seemed as if the cosmic order were gone, as if there had come a new order, a new heavens above us: and as if the world in anger were trying to revoke it.
Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.