Ridicule has historically proven itself a rickety fence for great ideas.

Any literature, when it arrives at being good literature, transcends genre.

To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.

Where you see valid achievements or virtue being attacked, it's by someone viewing them as a mirror of their own inadequacy instead of an inspiring beacon for excellence.

My body is an avatar.

Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

The only sins are violations of Love.