Sometime is that appointment, the final one to meet. Let's color all with love, for Time is naught but fleet.

The greatest justice in life is to be who one is.

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!)

Your kisses are thieves which leave me wanting nothing.

Anger is a wound gone mad.

We can have a World War, I see absolutely no reason why we shouldn't have a World Party.

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