I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.
Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.
All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.
Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.
In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.