I fear that I may someday choke on my own restraint.
Their lack of vanity reeks of vanity.
Were my thoughts deeds even Satan would sweat.
My prophet can beat up your prophet!
Death: that moment when Soul gives Body the slip, and Body gives Soul the heave-ho.
God: the most desperate and widely recognized manifestation of our collective loneliness.
Better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.