Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.
In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.
Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.
I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.
Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.
I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.