I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.
Death, only, renders hope futile.
It never seems to occur to some people, that, like beauty, a sense of humor may sometimes be fatal.
Imagination is but another name for super intelligence.
Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.