The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.

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.

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.

Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

Our enemies ... seem always with us. The greater our hatred the more persistent the memory of them so that a truly terrible enemy becomes deathless. So that the man who has done you great injury or injustice makes himself a guest in your house forever. Perhaps only forgiveness can dislodge him.

He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.