Man provides his own goods and his own evils, neither God nor the Devil has anything to do with it.
the possession of power brings on madness.
The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.
Tomorrows were full of awful things. Today, now, was the essential.
Insanity has excuses; wickedness has not.
I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.