The news comes somewhat late, but I'm glad to hear it nevertheless.
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
I think Mike Pence figured that best case scenario he is vice president and worst case scenario he can say he tried to rein Donald Trump in for the good of the party.
It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.
Until women assume their rightful place on earth there will never be an end to wars, cruelty and oppression.
We cannot resist the fascination of sacrifice, since a passion for sacrifices is part of a Chessplayer's nature