Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.

There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.

This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.