Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?" "Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.

In the mirrors of the many judgments, my hands are the color of blood. I sometimes fancy myself an evil which exists to oppose other evils; and on that great Day of which the prophets speak but in which they do not truly believe, on the day the world is utterly cleansed of evil, then I too will go down into darkness, swallowing curses. Until then, I will not wash my hands nor let them hang useless.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.