The end is the beginning of all things, suppressed and hidden, awaiting to be released through the rhythm of pain and pleasure… Pain itself destroys pain. Suffering itself frees man from suffering.
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that you may prove what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
When one experiences truth, the madness of finding fault with others disappears.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
