The darkness is at its deepest. Just before the sunrise.
Only your friends steal your books.
It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.
To a toad what is beauty? A female with two lovely pop-eyes, a wide mouth, yellow belly, and green spotted back.
Once the people begin to reason, all is lost
It is the triumph of superior reason to live with folks who don't have any.