On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.
Flattery is praise insincerely given for an interested purpose.
Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.
Sorrows, as storms, bring down the clouds close to the earth; sorrows bring heaven down close; and they are instruments of cleansing and purifying.
God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must take it. The only choice is how.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate.
I want to have all of my faculties.
There is as much greatness of mind in acknowledging a good turn, as in doing it.
The useful and the beautiful are never separated.
To despair over one's sins indicates that sin has become or wants to be internally consistent. It wants nothing to do with the good, does not want to be so weak as to listen occasionally to other talk. No, it insists on listening only to itself, on having dealings only with itself; it closes itself up within itself, indeed, locks itself inside one more inclosure, and protects itself against every attack or pursuit by the good by despairing over sin.