Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.
doubt seems the only purity for those who are too fervent to deny, and too lucid to affirm.
Silence too can be indiscreet.
We know all their gods; they ignore ours. What they call our sins are our gods, and what they call their gods, we name otherwise.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.
If only art were as rare as good taste.