Sarah had a saying: Der gleichster veg iz ful mit shtainer." "What's it mean?" "The smoothest way is sometimes full of stones.
Practice at hunger makes the fast easier.
And what if I fail?" "Ah! Then you'll have a story to tell.
There is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best.
It was like love, he thought, this crumbling chapel: it has been complicated, and therefore perfected, by what time had done to it
Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel himself to be nothing more than a speck of human dust?