Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.
The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.
He saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led to nowhere at all. He felt something cold and soulless enter him like another being and he imagined that it smiled malignly and he had no reason to believe that it would ever leave.
They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck.
If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?
He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.