We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.

All knowledge is worth having

There is no folly like the folly of the wise.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.