They all wait impatiently for the blessed cloak of darkness to cover their wretched little deeds, but the sun will not be hurried by the whims of men.
What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests himself in everything.
If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.
So many books, so little time.
Art is the concrete artifact of faith and expectation, the realization of a world that would otherwise be little more than a veil of pointless consciousness stretched over a gulf of mystery.
Reason leavened with a little wit (if possible) is the real alternative to hate speech, meaning that there's no better time for it.