How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.

Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.

We live in a world full of accidents finally in which on aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be sure. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever striving to create and maintain an ethical balance. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever, striving to create and maintain an ethical balance; but the shimmer of summer rain under the street lamps or the great flashing glare of artillery against a night sky – such brutal beauty is beyond dispute.

The old gods will bring about vengeance not so much because they exist but because I once honored them.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

I do want to go another way - to write something completely different.