I guess if everybody went crazy together nobody would notice.

The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.

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

Hell ain't half full.

Our enemies ... seem always with us. The greater our hatred the more persistent the memory of them so that a truly terrible enemy becomes deathless. So that the man who has done you great injury or injustice makes himself a guest in your house forever. Perhaps only forgiveness can dislodge him.

They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.

The world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them.