It's simpler to believe in a miracle.
I tell you, money can't build your spire for you. Build it of gold and it would simply sink deeper.
I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.
There's a kinship among men who have sat by a dying fire and measured the worth of their life by it.
His manual of heaven and hell lay open before me, and I could perceive my nothingness in this scheme.
he knew that men were too complex to be defined by the worst moment in their lives
his legacy, if there is one, is that I try to do my best to see people whole, for who they are and what they've been through. especially those who matters to me
He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
