“There are so many ways to think about almost everything. And none of them is nearly as round as reality.”
Source: Approaching Ali: A Reclamation in Three Acts
“Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”
Source: The Complete Fairy Tales
“Everything science has taught me strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore, cannot disintegrate into nothingness, and so are immortal.”
“I'm more human now. It's the God in people that connects them to me.– Ali”
Source: Approaching Ali: A Reclamation in Three Acts
“You never can tell about these mild-mannered boys.”
Source: Five Lieutenants: The Heartbreaking Story of Five Harvard Men Who Led America to Victory in World War I
“It would be very difficult to draw a line between holy wonder and real worship; for when the soul is overwhelmed with the majesty of God's glory, though it may not express itself in song, or even utter its voice with bowed head in humble prayer, yet it silently adores.”
Source: Morning and Evening, Based on the English Standard Version
“CARDINAL WOLSEY
So farewell to the little good you bear me.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again”
“His was a quiet but persistent charisma.”
“Such was the code: Strive for victory, but never seem to be self-involved.”
“Se simțise, de fapt, înghesuit și împins înainte, se lăsase fără un cuvânt, cu conștiința că nu se poate schimba nimic, cu conștiința că nu avea puterea necesară pentru a se împotrivi forței care îl mâna. Merg cu curentul... Aceste momente de armonie cu voința superioară, cu voința firmei, au fost întotdeauna cele mai fericite. Umilința unei asemenea fericiri era evidentă.”
Source: Frühe Prosa