I'm speaking of the character of human beings, not what they believe in. I'm speaking of those who won't accept a useless life just because they were born to it. I mean those who would be something better. They work, they sacrifice, they do things..." He was moved by this, and I was a little surprised that I'd said it. Yet I felt I'd had hurt him somehow. "There is blessedness in that." I said. "There's sanctity. And God or no God, there is goodness in it. I know this the way I know the mountains are out there, that the stars shine.

I think love can save the world. When we love, we completely recognize the value of the other.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.

We're frightened of what makes us different.

It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.

Everything we do in life, we do with certain expectations.