Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.

I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late, You will not see me; you may feel a chill. I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,And that will be your future on a plate.They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.