Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.
Style is not neutral; it gives moral directions.
When the past is forgotten, the present is unforgettable.
Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without thorn.
Life does rhyme: it rhymes all the time.