I came to the conclusion long ago. . . that all religions were true, and also that all had some error in them.
When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
There is a safe spot within every tornado. My job is to find it.
God, it's like reality's completely shifted on me. I used to think I was standing on such solid ground. If I wanted something badly enough, I just worked like hell for it. Now I can't decide what to do, which move to make. All the things I counted on aren't there for me anymore.
Our Founding Fathers were proud that Americans were trusted with arms because they knew that only when people are armed could they truly be thought of as free citizens. And that's where the circle closes. Those who want to deprive you of your right to keep and bear arms are intending to deprive you of your freedom, period. Like the criminals their policies encourage, these elitists know that it is always best to disarm victims before you enslave them.
In that chocolate side of town, in my blessed city of Sacramento, California - that was beginning of my death shudders, that's why Kierkegaard and Kafka began to make sense to me when I was very, very young - that radical sense fragility of life and inevitability of death; those trucks coming, if the truck came at a same time I was on the bridge, I was in the creek -my body would be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms.