This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.
We of the craft are all crazy.
The busy have no time for tears.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!