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.

Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.

It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.

He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he.

If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.

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

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.