“ Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make. ”
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable,Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
~ Euripides
What mortal claims, by searching to the utmost limit, to have found out the nature of God, or of his opposite, or of that which comes between, seeing as he doth this world of man tossed to and fro by waves of contradiction and strange vicissitudes?
Cleverness is not wisdom.
Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
