Killing Time Is The Chief End Of

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

Justice! Custodian Of The World! But Since The World Errs, Justice Must Be Custodian Of The World's Errors.

This Free Will Business Is A Bit Terrifying Anyway. It's Almost Pleasanter To Obey, And Make The Most Of It.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.