If Ryan and I were actually really, truly dunzo, I was going to have a hell of a time trying to get over him.

In between, what I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine / Love is so confusing, there's no peace of mind

‘Barbarous immanity’ (Melancthon terms it) ‘and folly to be deplored, so to contemn the percepts of health[…]’

Let us not hang like roping icicles / Upon our houses' thatch.