Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.

Men of God and men of war have strange affinities.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

What man is such a coward he would not rather fall once than remain forever tottering?

The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon in the west so that they lay opposed to each other across the earth, the sun whitehot and the moon a pale replica, as if they were the ends of a common bore beyond whose terminals burned worlds past all reckoning.