Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

Hope is the denial of reality. - Dragons of Winter Night.

Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their earthly pedestals. - Points of View.

A sad soul can kill you quicker than a germ. -John Steinbeck.

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth. - Chance.

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

A blind person, in reality, is the only person who can truly see. They know first hand what true love is, without the use of eyes, but with the heart. And that is the truest form of love, and they harness it.

Only the spoon knows what is stirring in the pot.

I dwelt in a city enchanted, And lonely indeed was my lot; . . . . Though the latitude's rather uncertain, And the longitude also is vague, The persons I pity who know not the City The beautiful City of Prague.

You can't let one bad moment spoil a bunch of good ones.

Weep not that the world changes--did it keep A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

We have no problems, only situations. Not all problems have solutions, but all situations have outcomes.

The pessimist is seldom an agitating individual. His creed breeds indifference to others, and he does not trouble himself to thrust his views upon the unconvinced.

Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry.

I marched the lobby, twirled my stick, . . . . The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."

Never be so brief as to become obscure.

If... you are ever tempted to think that we modern Western Europeans cannot really be so very bad because we are, comparatively speaking, humane -- if, in other words, you think God might be content with us on that ground -- ask yourself whether you think God ought to have been content with the cruelty of past ages because they excelled in courage or chastity. You will see at once that this is an impossibility. From considering how the cruelty of our ancestors looks to us, you may get some inkling of how our softness, worldliness, and timidity would have looked to them, and hence how both must look to God.

It is no strain of metaphor to say that the love of God and the wrath of God are the same thing, described from opposite points of view. How we shall experience it depends upon the way we shall come up against it: God does not change; it is man's moral state that changes. The wrath of God is a figure of speech to denote God's unchanging opposition to sin; it is His righteous love operating to destroy evil. It is not evil that will have the last word, but good; not sorrow, but joy; not hate, but love.

The true source of cheerfulness is benevolence.