The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.

When the shooting starts would you rather be armed or legal?

He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.