Truth and falsehood are opposed; but truth is the norm not of truth only but of falsehood also.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
Every sin is the distortion of an energy breathed into us.
We all appear as dunces when feigning an interest in things we care nothing about.
Death opens a door out of a little, dark room (that's all the life we have known before it) into a great, real place where the true sun shines and we shall meet.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.