Words may deeply wound us, but we must run that risk to be free.
Farewell, hello, farewell, hello.
There are too many of us and we are all too far apart.
Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so.
What antidote can there be for an idea that popular and poisonous? Revenge provides revenge, which is sure to provide revenge, forming an endless chain of human misery. Here's the antidote: Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Amen.
Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.