This is the only sun that you will ever see again. But a millennium of nights will be yours to see light as no mortal has ever seen it, to snatch from the distant stars as if you were Prometheus an endless illumination by which to understand all things.
It was a brave man's fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?
Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?
Who knows about another's love? The more you love the more you know the burnt out loss of love, the more you heed the silence of unknowing in the face of another's spiritual bondage.
We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.
She seemed to me an intriguing soul.