Men believe death’s elections to be a thing inscrutable yet every act invites the act which follows and to the extent that men put one foot before the other they are accomplices in their own deaths as in all such facts of destiny.
People think they know what they want but they generally don’t. Sometimes if they’re lucky they’ll get it anyways.
Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now.
Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.
Here beyond men’s judgments all covenants were brittle.
We’re carrying the fire.
What could a child know of the darkness of God’s plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream.
The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.
They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I’ll hug his neck.
Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?
The freedom of birds is an insult to me.
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.
If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won’t even be recognizable.
There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there.
The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.
Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else.
What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
If only my heart were stone.
If a man’s at odds to know his own mind it’s because he hasn’t got aught but his mind to know it with.
Somewhere in the world is the most invincible man. Just as somewhere is the most vulnerable.