We Are Born Knowing Death.

Evil Is Dull, That Is The Worst Of It.

But The Great Leveler, Death: Not Even The Gods Can Defend A Man, Not Even One They Love, That Day When Fate Takes Hold And Lays Him Out At Last.

. . . All That She Had Had, And All That She Had Missed, Were Lost Together, And Were Twice Lost In This Landslide Of Remembered Losses.

God Does Not Know Whether A Skin Is Black Or White, He Sees Only Souls.

Even St. Teresa Said, "i Can Pray Better When I'm Comfortable," And She Refused To Wear Her Haircloth Shirt Or Starve Herself. I Don't Think Living In Cellars And Starving Is Better For An Artist Than It Is For Anybody Else.