Everyone has their own mantra.
But neither infinite power nor infinite wisdom could bestow godhood upon men. For that there would have to be infinite love as well.
. . . . to abuse the intellect for reasons of pride, vanity, or escape from responsibility, is the fruit of that same tree.
I'm not so sure he's mad, Father. Just a little devious in his sanity.
Fire, loveliest of the four elements of the world, and yet an element too in Hell. While it burned adoringly in the core of the Temple, it had also scorched the life from a city, this night, and spewed its venom over the land. How strange of God to speak from a burning bush, and of Man to make a symbol of Heaven into a symbol of Hell.
Ask for an omen, then stone it when it comes -- de essentia hominum.
Listen, are we helpless? Are we doomed to do it again and again and again? Have we no choice but to play the Phoenix in an unending sequence of rise and fall? Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, Carthage, Rome, the Empires of Charlemagne and the Turk: Ground to dust and plowed with salt. Spain, France, Britain, America—burned into the oblivion of the centuries. And again and again and again. Are we doomed to it, Lord, chained to the pendulum of our own mad clockwork, helpless to halt its swing? This time, it will swing us clean to oblivion.
Courage, like cowardice, is undoubtedly contagious, but some persons are not liable to catch it.
Too many are too obsessed by method. it becomes a dogma.
When humor go's, there go's civilization.
At some point you're like, gosh, this rehab is never going to end, and then all of a sudden I'm full strength and I'm about to go to my first competition. So I feel really great.