To Believe In God Is To Know

Thought Itself Needs Words. It Runs On Them Like A Long Wire. And If It Loses The Habit Of Words, Little By Little It Becomes Shapeless, Somber.

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

It's Perfectly Obvious That Somebody's Responsible And Somebody's Innocent. Otherwise It [justice] Makes No Sense At All.

This Free Will Business Is A Bit Terrifying Anyway. It's Almost Pleasanter To Obey, And Make The Most Of It.

There Is Always A Certain Peace In Being What One Is, In Being That Completely.