The echoes of childhood torments have great power, even when not brought to mind in such an inexplicable and horrifying way.

We of alien looks or words must stick together.

The lives God gives to us, the awful things we can’t escape from. Sometimes I think that sort of God would enjoy making hell for us after we die.

But if we never acted except when we were certain our motives were pure, we would never act at all.

Funny, when i was a little boy I wanted to be good. But I could never seem to manage it somehow. And if you're not good, the good people will throw you to the wolves. So you might as well just be bad

The echoes of childhood torments have great power, even when not brought to mind in such an inexplicable and horrifying way.

In worshipping their nationhood men worship themselves and scorn others, and that is no healthy thing.