She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.

No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.