I do not know what evil is when it comes to art. I only know what is good art and what is bad art.
Nobody ever gets enough appreciation when they're behaving themselves, but there's no end to hearing about it when they're not.
And they lived happily (aside from a few normal disagreements, misunderstandings, pouts, silent treatments, and unexpected calamities) ever after.
Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there's a secret.
No matter how good somebody's life looks from the outside, you can be sure there's something about it you wouldn't want to have in your life.
I figured that when there's no way of knowing what the future holds it's just as easy to believe it'll be good as to believe it'll be bad.
You should work extra hard to be your best selves. True evil has a hard time operating in the face of strenuous manifestations of good. Especially if you act right away. The longer you let evil hang around and get a grip on you, the harder it is to get rid of it.
Since loans are getting more expensive and there's less money available, we're seeing a commensurate decline in growth. Higher costs and lower growth, in turn, translate into lower profits. Figuratively speaking, in the future, we won't be able to run as far or jump as high as we used to.
The conductor is a peculiar person. He turns his back on his friends in the audience, shakes a stick at his players in the orchestra, and then wonders why nobody loves him.
The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!
I'm not not going to stop giving away what I feel about something.