If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?

If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.

Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. And so they are afraid of any woman who both thinks and feels deeply.

Where we choose to be, where we choose to be--we have the power to determine that in our lives. We cannot reel time backward or forward, but we can take ourselves to the place that defines our being.

Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite direction to its destiny?

If you remembered somebody was as real as yourself, how could you kill anybody?