He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary. - E. M. Forster

If we lived for ever, what you say would be true. But we have to die, we have to leave life presently. Injustice and greed would be the real thing if we lived for ever. As it is, we must hold to other things, because Death is coming. I love death - not morbidly, but because He explains. He shows me the emptiness of Money. Death and Money are the eternal foes. Not Death and Life. . . . Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him. Behind the coffins and the skeletons that stay the vulgar mind lies something so immense that all that is great in us responds to it. Men of the world may recoil from the charnel-house that they will one day enter, but Love knows better. Death is his foe, but his peer, and in their age-long struggle the thews of Love have been strengthened, and his vision cleared, until there is no one who can stand against him.

Oh, Mr Hall, what an ungallant remark. Look at her lovely hair.'
'I like short hair best.'
'Why?'
'Because I can stroke it-' and he began to cry.

If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.