If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.
Justice itself tends to be corrupted by political passion.
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.