If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

Killing time is the chief end of our society.