…there is faith and faith. One form of faith is actual practice—the rituals and so on—the other form of faith involves actually believing in it.

People don’t talk about mercy very much these days—it has a rather old-fashioned ring to it. but it exists and its power is quite extraordinary

…the world was a vale of tears—it always had been.

What we have, we all must lose—that applied to everything, even to that which we thought we had the greatest right. We were tenants of this earth—nothing more.

Tolerance was like one of those soothing creams—it drew out inflammation, it did away with the pain.

May we unite in our diverse pursuits to create a peaceful world.

But joy is individual, and can only be experienced alone. Hell is communal, but Heaven is personal.

Could anyone fully understand the wonders of how a baby develops in the womb of a woman? This is the mystery about birth. Birth is by divine power of God.

You know, mistress, that I love you, and shall love you always

Fire is often the weapon of choice for the insane.

Buried emotions are caged nighthawks that have fallen in love with the moon. They don’t understand the sun because they were born with the darkness of shadows in their soul.

I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other.

It is through madness that we hate an enemy, and think of revenging ourselves; and it is through indolence that we are appeased, and do not revenge ourselves.

As funny as watching a man in a wig trying to hold down a job on a helipad

My argument would be that I don't think there is much that's genuinely political art that is good art.