As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
Every jack has his jill; if only they can find each other.
Eat bread at pleasure, drink wine by measure.
Fools are wise until they speak.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
Scare answers to scare, and force begets force, until at length it comes to be seen that we are racing one against another after a phantom security which continually vanishes as we approach.
I have sympathy for any human being that's driven by their limbic part of their brain. We all know that exists in a person.
I avoid going through places where there's too much poverty.