I Have Always Known That

I Do Believe I Begin To Grasp The Nature Of Miracles! For Would It Be A Miracle, If There Was Any Reason For It? Miracles Have Nothing To Do With Reason. Miracles Contradict Reason, They Strike Clean Across Mere Human Deserts, And Deliver And Save Where They Will. If They Made Sense, They Would Not Be Miracles.

Youth Is No Less Vulnerable, By The Very Quality It Has Of Making The Heart Ache That Beholds And Has Lost It.

A Man Must Be Prepared To Face Life, As Well As Death, There's No Escape From Either.

They Sell Courage Of A Sort In The Taverns. And Another Sort, Though Not For Sale, A Man Can Find In The Confessional. Try The Alehouses And The Churches, Hugh. In Either A Man Can Be Quiet And Think.

Despair Is Deadly Sin, But Worse, It Is Mortal Folly.