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