Teaching writing is a hustle.

The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.

This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.