Load up our guns Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend
Losses are comparative; imagination only makes them of any moment.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Unless we love the truth we cannot know it.
Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.
Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.
Kind words do not cost much. They never blister the tongue or lips. They make other people good-natured. They also produce their own image on men's souls, and a beautiful image it is.
I'd make a wonderful Lady Macbeth. I'll wear a pair of platform shoes or something.
I have not said your values are wrong. But neither are they right. They are simply judgments. Assessments. Decisions. For the most part, they are decisions made not by you, but by someone else. Your parents, perhaps. Your religion. Your teachers, historians, politicians.
I think, being a male singer, I always hate another great male singer's voice before I can love it, unless it's just really far from what I do.
I am unarmed. But Butler here, my. . . ah. . . butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?