What did you do for them, Bone? Teach them to read and write? Help them rebuild, give the, Christ, help restore a culture? Did you remember to warn the, that it could never be Eden?

But neither infinite power nor infinite wisdom could bestow godhood upon men. For that there would have to be infinite love as well.

When you tire of living, change itself seems evil, does it not? for then any change at all disturbs the deathlike peace of the life-weary.

Because a doubt is not a denial. Doubt is a powerful tool, and it should be applied to history.

But you've always used words so wordily in crafty defense of your Trinity, although He never needed such defense before you got Him from me as a Unity.

Steel screams when it's forged, it gasps when it's quenched. It creaks when it goes under load. I think even steel is scared, son.

I mean Jesus never asked a man to do a damn thing that Jesus didn’t do.

What did you do for them, Bone? Teach them to read and write? Help them rebuild, give them Christ, help restore a culture? Did you remember to warn them that it could never be Eden?

The visage of Lucifer mushroomed into hideousness above the cloudbank, rising slowly like some titan climbing to its feet after ages of imprisonment in the Earth.

He did not like saying it. To communicate a fact seemed always to lend it fuller existence.

Your face expresses a simple majesty, your look is that of a captive princess.

Observe with both friend and foe the ordinary rules of courtesy.

When I think of Peter Wolf I always remember the Portuguese proverb: 'Never say you will not drink from that glass again.'

Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

You can compare me with Greta Garbo. I have big feet, too.

Faced with the way the system does you in the 'hood sometimes, if you don't literally get out, your chances are slim. You'll definitely die mentally. You'll pretty much die physically.

To be human is to seek perfection, and find joy in never attaining it.

Art is a Great Goddess of infinite intrigue and illusion, and even a lifetime of worship may not find her fickle soul.

I am so sick of reading about another car bomb, another suicide bomber, another 10, 20, 30, 70, 100 people dead in a day, both Americans and Iraqis.

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.