There Is In The End No Remedy

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.

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.

Of All The Reports That Fly About The World, Ill News Is The Surest Of All To Arrive!

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.