Every day of our lives we are on the verge of making those slight changes that would make all the difference.
Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.
Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.
Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.
Few of us could bear to have ourselves for neighbors.
They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.