It is only human to love again and again till the heart is overwhelmingly inundated and exhausted with the incatation notions of love to a  degree in which it is rendered uselessly in love again for more of the same all over again.

What can it profit a man to gain the whole world and to come to his property with a gastric ulcer, a blown prostate, and bifocals?

Evil foreplays cannot be a status of love. It's something that is created by the ambiance of pure souls which could never be understood by fake tones.

He knew he could always be smart later, if that turned out to be a better strategy. But once you admitted to being smart, there was no going back.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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