A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
Friendship is usually treated...as a tough...thing which will survive all manner of bad treatment. But this is an exceedingly great and foolish error; it may die in an hour of a single unwise word.
age is nothing but death that is conscious.
Why is youth so short and age so long?
Friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but love can live upon itself alone