Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.
Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.
What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.
Love is a fault; so be it.
Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.