Thus was born the Incunabula: it was forged by fire and persecution, to preserve and protect until the book might rise, Phoenix-like, from the ashes of demise.

Greed and corruption isn’t in the world.It’s in the people”.

I think a power to do something is of value. Whether the result is a good thing or a bad thing depends on how it is used, but the power is a value.

As long as there’s life, there’s hope.

Hakeem: A wise man once said that suffering produces perseverance, character; and character, hope.Andre: Since when did spouting masochism make one wise? And the sacraments of a bitter existence? Who deemed that a vaunted prize?...

Organised religion generally gets in the way of spiritual experience.

Life is made for the living.

Hatred only tarnishes the soul that carries it.

He was a dying man looking down on the surgeons trying to save him.

…I just gave up trying to be a Christian… Let’s face it, I ain’t got the knack for holiness. Besides, I didn’t have the slightest little desire to join the likes of Reverend Pelham at...

Knowledge is what enables one to be wrong. (p. 11)

Vicki M. Taylor’s “Not Without Anna,” is a gripping, hard-hitting, thought-provoking look at the escalating crisis of teen alcohol and drug abuse. Charlene Austin

We all want to be different-which makes us all the same”.

But then something happened, Ray, something amazing. Something…”That white cop sitting next to me? He took a long look at my mother when she came in, just like, absorbed her, and then without even turning...

Consciousness is only possible through change; change is only possible through movement.

We don’t always get the journey we want. But we always get the journey we need.

If I stood you in front of a man, pressed the cold metal of a gun into your palm and told you to squeeze the trigger, would you do it?”No, sir.”Are you sure?”Of course, sir....

The real problem has to do with the inability by people to admit that a position they’ve held a long time might be wrong. That’s all. Not that it is. Just that it might be....

Madeleine in her turn stared at him steadily, straight into his eyes, in a profound, strange way, as if seeking to read something there, as if seeking to discover there that hidden part of a...

It was very bad if the council had resorted to recruiting men. By tradition men were our last line of defence, their physical strength bent towards the single and most important task of protecting our...

Maybe I’m not so different from everyone else after all. It’s like somebody gave me a puzzle, but I don’t have the box with the picture on it. So I don’t know what the final...

We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.

bottom of page 33:We all want to feel needed, and we also want to be with people who can manage on their own, if needbe.

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.

Simply by living in this particular time and space, you’re doing something nearly 100% of all other humans ever never could. Don’t waste it.

Socrates: Have you noticed on our journey how often the citizens of this new land remind each other it is a free country? Plato: I have, and think it odd they do this.Socrates: How so,...

The voice says, maybe you don’t go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don’t do. The things you don’t finish.

Otherwise,is the only reason why one is unhappy and unsuccessful

Úgy látszik, hogy az igazság kivívásához erősnek kell lenni, ki kell állni igazunkért, nem szabad elviselni a sértést, tudni kell verekedni azokkal, akik nézeted szerint igazságtalanságot követnek el. De mi a mérce, mikor kell harcolni...

He doesn’t feel loved right now, so it’s the natural one.

while she wanted to look neither to her past nor her future, she lived exclusively in both. They had took different paths, but they had journeyed, so she realized, together.

So I have just one wish for you – the good luck to be somewhere where you are free to maintain the kind of integrity I have described, and where you do not feel forced...

It is the story that lies around the edges of the photographs, or at the end of newspaper account. It’s about the lies we tell others to protect them, and about the lies we tell...

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

What about an amnesiac, who awakes having lost his memories and must learn of his past from scratch? Has he died? How can we be just memories? How does that leave us with enough?

The humans were protecting their heritage, or so they thought. Strange that Mud Men seem more concerned about the past than the present.

Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and...

Who knows if all our brains are inventing the same thing? I mean, how do we know that the thing YOUR eyes see and call “red” is the same thing that I call “red”?

…the long train ride was like traveling through limbo. You weren’t anywhere when you were on a train, she decided. You weren’t where you had been, and you weren’t yet where you were going. You...

The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the...

I have never, I think, wanted to ‘belong’ to a group whose interests were not mine, nor have I resented exclusion. Why should thet accept me? All I have ever asked is that others should...

The greatest of all faults is to imagine you have none”.

My mentor used to say that no one can make us feel badly about ourselves unless we allow it. He lectured me endlessly that the biggest offenders to shrink our self-worth weren’t others, but ourselves.

Everything that isn’t permitted by The Law is forbidden.

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

I wondered if all a person could hope for was illusion and luck, for I was forced to conclude that the world was fundamentally and appallingly dangerous. It is a lesson I will never forget.

I never deliberately learned to read, but somehow I had been wallowing illicitly in the daily papers. In the long hours of church–was it then I learned? I could not remember not being able to...

Given the obstacles to merging these fragile and diverse forms of storytelling into a single tale, it is, paradoxically, by venturing in the opposite direction — by listening for the silences between accounts; by discovering...

All my biggest failures began with the smallest compromises.

There are things in this world that no human being should be able to endure. We should die of heartbreak, but we do not. Instead, we are forced to survive, to bear witness.