Words are the clothes thoughts wear.
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.