Satan is inconsistent. He persuades a man not to go to a synagogue on a cold morning; yet when the man does go, he follows him into it.
You can never meet everyone's expectations. It's hard enough to meet your own.
In some century to come, when the school children will whistle popular tunes in quarter-tones--when the diatonic scale will be as obsolete as the pentatonic is now--perhaps then these borderland experiences may be both easily expressed and readily recognized. But maybe music was not intended to satisfy the curious definiteness of man. Maybe it is better to hope that music may always be transcendental language in the most extravagant sense
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess. ' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood. You are Death. ' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?
The philosophers have always given truth a bill of divorce, by separating what nature has joined together and vice versa.
The bureaucracy is not great. I don't think Rick Santorum who is not one for being a big proponent of large bureaucracies would be as enthusiastic a supporter of it.