Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.
Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.
Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.
We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.
Christ was the first true democrat that ever breathed, as the old dramatist Dekkar said he was the first true gentleman.