He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.

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

Every man's death is standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love the man who stands for us.

He imagined the pain of the world to be like some formless parasitic being seeking out the warmth of human souls wherein to incubate and he thought he knew what made one liable to its visitations. What he had not known was that it was mindless and so had no way to know the limits of those souls and what he feared was that there might be no limits.

Here beyond men's judgments all covenants were brittle.

I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.