Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Hope is a risk that must be run.
Faith is not a thing which one 'loses,' we merely cease to shape our lives by it.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
It is the perpetual dread of fear, the fear of fear, that shapes the face of a brave man.
Hell, madam, is to love no longer.
The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.