Is that what makes me sad? The eagerness and belief that filled me then and exacted a pledge from life that life could never fulfill?

What a sad story, I thought for so long. Not that I now think it was happy. But I think it is true, and thus the question of whether it is sad or happy has no meaning whatever.

What is law? Is it what is on the books, or what is actually enacted and obeyed in a society? Or is law what must be enacted and obeyed, whether or not it is on the books, if things are to go right?

The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile. What else is the history of law?

Când ne deschidemtu mie şi eu ţie, când ne scufundămtu în mine şi eu în tine, când ne pierdemtu în mine şi eu în tine, Abia atuncieu sunt euşi tu eşti tu.

But the finger I pointed at her turned back to me. I had loved her. Not only had I loved her, I had chosen her.

The life of truth is cold.

Inadequate love is love. Unrequited love is love.

Love causes us to be deeply connected in an unspoken way. It happens when we're really available, really open.

Real Christians revel in desperate ventures for Christ, expecting from God great things and attempting the same with exhilaration.

It's not that I want to win, it's just that I don't want to lose.

When you're nice to people, they want to be nice back to you.

I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

...because where we are is always the most important place.

By one means or another, the swiftest method of rejection of the holy prophets has been to find a pretext, however false or absurd, to dismiss the man so that his message could also be dismissed.