Fathers, Provoke Not Your Children To Wrath.

Though I Do Not Believe In The Order Of Things, Still The Sticky Little Leaves That Come Out In The Spring Are Dear To Me, The Blue Sky Is Dear To Me, Some People Are Dear To Me, Whom One Loves Sometimes, Would You Believe It, Without Even Knowing Why; Some Human Deeds Are Dear To Me, Which One Has Perhaps Long Ceased Believing In, But Still Honors With One's Heart, Out Of Old Habit..." --ivan Karamazov

Right Or Wrong, It's Very Pleasant To Break Something From Time To Time.

Break What Must Be Broken, Once For All, That's All, And Take The Suffering On Oneself.

The Mystery Of Human Existence Lies Not In Just Staying Alive, But In Finding Something To Live For.

In Sinning, Each Man Sins Against All, And Each Man Is At Least Partly Guilt For Another's Sin. There Is No Isolated Sin.