The Devil, You See, Is

Hope Is A Risk That Must Be Run.

There Is Nothing That God Hates So Much As A Liar.

Only The Present Counts.

Rather Than The Obsession With Impurity, You'd Do Better To Fear The Nostalgia For Purity.

I Know The Compassion Of Others Is A Relief At First. I Don't Despise It. But It Can't Quench Pain, It Slips Through Your Soul As Through A Sieve. And When Our Suffering Has Been Dragged From One Pity To Another, As From One Mouth To Another, We Can No Longer Respect Or Love It.