The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.
He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.
The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it.
The ability of the theist to misunderstand a thing is directly proportional to the obviousness of the thing.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.