The altar cloth of one aeon is the doormat of the next.
I was a-trembling, because I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it.
What do you think of the human mind? I mean, in case you think there is a human mind.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
God pours out love upon all with a lavish hand -- but He reserves vengeance for His very own.
Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it.