My greatest sin has always been that I have a wonderful time being myself

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.

And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as it is, may give consolation to another. The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass. The truth is, you cannot prepare anyone for this, nor convey an understanding of it through language. It must be known. And this I would wish on no one in the world.

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.