Love is a cloth which imagination embroiders.
All is but illusion and disaster.
What is faith? Is it to believe that which is evident? No. It is perfectly evident to my mind that there exists a necessary, eternal, supreme, and intelligent being. This is no matter of faith, but of reason.
God is not on the side of the big battalions, but on the side of those who shoot best.
My life's dream has been a perpetual nightmare.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.