Because we love something else more than this world, we love even this world more than those who know no other.

Forgiving and being forgiven are two names for the same thing. The important thing is that a discord has been resolved.

The theory that thought is merely a movement in the brain is, in my opinion, nonsense; for if so, that theory itself would be merely a movement, an event among atoms, which may have speed and direction but of which it would be meaningless to use the words 'true' or 'false'.

But suppose you struggle through to the good and find that it also is dreadful? How if food itself turns out to be the very thing you can't eat, and home the very place you can't live, and your very comforter the person who makes you uncomfortable? Then, indeed, there is no rescue possible: the last card has been played.

We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.

Mercy detached from justice grows unmerciful.

Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.