Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.
If God really wanted to punish, he'd answer all our prayers.
The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.
Reforms in Russia are very tragic, but they always end in a farce.
The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me
It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.