The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one.

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

Men believe death's elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that men put one foot before the other they are accomplices in their own deaths as in all such facts of destiny.

Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.

He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

For the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.

If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creatures could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?