My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius

This is a lyrical guide that addresses the deep human yearning to make a difference. It's full of indelible stories reminding us that, yes, helping people is hard-but it's both possible and infinitely rewarding. A Path Appears offers practical steps that any of us can take to empower others, and ourselves.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?