Life, Like a child, laughs shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

Hear me,my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun nowstands, I will fight no more forever.

Conflictis the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. Itinstigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplikepassivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.

Commitmentin the face of conflict produces character.

The mostdramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between men butbetween a man and himself where the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.

Beware,as long as you live, of judging people of appearances.

The difficulty of speeches is what you are perpetually poised between the ciche and the indiscretion

Prayrer changes things by changing people.

Our fear of disasters that may never happen robs us of the courage to meet the ills that do occur

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. WE can only record its moods and chronicle their return.

Thesearch for someone to blame is always successful.