Few Of Us Write Great

Those Who Turn To God For Comfort May Find Comfort But I Do Not Think They Will Find God.

Most Of Our Diversions Do Not So Much Delay Death As Accustom Us To It.

Love Is Often Gentle, Desire Always A Rage.

It's Terrifying To See Someone Inside Of Whom A Vital Spring Seems To Have Been Broken. It's Particularly Terrifying To See Him In Your Mirror.

Whatever We Worship, Short Of God, Is Sure To Be Our Undoing.