The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.
There’s faith that knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there’s faith that confuses itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion and tolerance. Who can entirely condemn when ...
Hoga Gothyelk no longer felt anger, not truly -- only varieties of sorrow.
History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.
The thoughts of all men arise from the darkness. If you are the movement of your soul, and the cause of that movement precedes you, then how could you ever call your thoughts your own? How could you be anything other than a slave to the darkness that...
Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.
Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.
