His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
