Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
The Americans are identical to the British in all respects except, of course, language.
If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?
And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
There was purification in punishment. Not 'Forgive us our sins,' but 'Smite us for our iniquities' should be the prayer of a man to a most just God.