Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.
Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.
Observe decorum, and it will open a path to morality.
Unconditional love is a lofty ideal, but unconditional hate is a fact well documented by history.
Most people regard getting their way as a matter of simple justice.
I really like life, don't you? There's nothing else quite like it.