We hope to plant a nation, where none before hath stood. They fall in love with love itself. A mere shred of sanity is of no value.
Love is a bed, full of blues.
Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. He who wants to keep his garden tidy doesn't reserve a plot for weeds. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.