You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the beginning.

The rain falls upon the just And also on the unjust fellas But mostly it falls upon the just Cause the unjust have the just's umbrellas

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

People think they know what they want but they generally don't. Sometimes if they're lucky they'll get it anyways.