For love speaks a harmonious thing far greater than hate and strife and love, mother of jealousy, protects from lies: the face of conceit and deceit.
Therefore, the pain which brings joy healeth; the joy which brings joy healeth; the adoration which makes you cry, heals you; the anguish, purges you.
For love is the offspring of trust. The bond that is thrust - upon whom is loved - is the ideal affection. I love because I have trust. For love entails sharing portions of your being with another.
Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren't so beautiful.
I bruised the heads of a hydra, even the snake which wielded the most abominable thing: sin. By HIS stripes I was healed but as HIS scribe my joy was sealed.
I would have called a legion, just a legion of angels, to show them who they were messing with....
Sometimes, we doubt that we know what we know. We doubt....
the FINAL EPISODE