The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.
Talking about the past is like a cat's trying to explain climbing down a ladder.
In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.
If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.
It's the light of the oncoming train.
Sometimes nothing is so solid to me as writing - I suppose that's what a vocation means - at times a torment, a bad conscience, but all in all, purpose and direction.