Poetry is what is gained in translation.
Perhaps the best proof of the Almighty's existence is that we never know when we are to die.
The surest defense against Evil is extreme individualism, originality of thinking, whimsicality, even - if you will - eccentricity. That is, something that can't be feigned, faked, imitated; something even a seasoned imposter couldn't be happy with.
Man is what he reads.
The Constitution doesn't mention rain.
I'm not trying to be ridiculous or funny, but it was rather pleasant to find yourself in isolation, in solitary.