No one can say that a warm and happy nest will produce great people. The inablity to adapt to imperperfection is what makes a better man.
Power is just like a walnut tree, it doesn's allow anything to grown in it's shade.
Being old is giving into the bitter notion that no one cares for you.
To say that a bloody rite like bullfighting is a celebration is the opposite of saying that a bloodless event like mass is a sacrafice.