Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.
Dancing is as old as love.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.
Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.
The only business of the historian is to relate things exactly as they are: this he can never do as long as he is afraid
Wise is the person at either end. Who can in due measure spare as well as spend.