The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.
The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.
Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?
Teaching writing is a hustle.
The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.
Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear but only wildness of heart that springs from such longing.