Small tyrants, threatened by big, sincerely believe they love liberty. - W. H. Auden

All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation.

The friends who met here and embraced are gone,
Each to his own mistake;

Lay your sleeping head, my love Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral; But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie: Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.