For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.

When the filter is weakened by a powerful drug, what we see is not delusion but the truth.

Would you like to hear a nice definition of jealousy? It's the feeling that you get when someone you absolutely detest is having a wonderful time without you.

Procrastination is what we often call 'resistance.

We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.

As far as God goes, I _am_ a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil---well, that's something else.

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night