I wish we didn't live in a world where buying and selling things seems to have become almost more important than either producing or using them.

Every uncorrected error and unrepented sin is, in its own right, a fountain of fresh error and fresh sin flowing on to the end of time.

If ever they remembered their life in this world it was as one remembers a dream.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, Blessed are they that morn.

A man with an obsession is a man who has very little sales resistance.

Though no one would want to be sold as a slave, it is perhaps even more galling to be a sort of utility slave whom no one will buy.

but who can feel ugly, when their heart feels joy