And what we students of history always learn is that the human being is a very complicated contraption and that they are not good or bad but are good and bad and the good comes out of the bad and the bad out of the good, and the devil take the hindmost.

Maybe a man has to sell his soul to get the power to do good.

Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something (All The King's Men)

Yet the definition we have made of ourselves is ourselves. To break out of it, we must make a new self. But how can the self make a new self when the selflessness which it is, is the only substance from which the new self can be made?

I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time.

If you could not accept the past and its burden there was no future, for without one there cannot be the other.

Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.