Here lies a toppled god. His fall was not a small one. We did but build his pedestal, A narrow and a tall one.

When strangers meet, great allowance should be made for differences of custom and training.

The convoluted wording of legalisms grew up around the necessity to hide from ourselves the violence we intend toward each other. Between depriving a man of one hour from his life and depriving him of his life there exists only a difference of degree. You have done violence to him, consumed his energy.

Hope clouds observation.

A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind.

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.