Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.

What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it?

Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.

To be a student required a peculiar kind of capitulation, a willingness not simply to do as one is told, but to surrendor the movements of one's soul to the unknown complexities of another's. A willingness, not simply to be moved, but to be remade.

Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.