I do believe I begin to grasp the nature of miracles! For would it be a miracle, if there was any reason for it? Miracles have nothing to do with reason. Miracles contradict reason, they strike clean across mere human deserts, and deliver and save where they will. If they made sense, they would not be miracles.

I have always known that the best of the Saracens could out-Christian many of us Christians.

Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.

Beauty is a perilous gift.

It takes a lot to wound a man without illusions.

Here I begin to know that blessedness is what can be snatched out the passing day and put away to think of afterwards.