Have you come to take away the pain again?' The man shook his head. The hope had been brief, but the disappointment was no less deep because of that. 'If you can't do that then what good are you to us?

Something was bitterly wrong with the world, they could see that; they had all felt anger in the past, but till now something had always come between the thoug…

They speak in my mind. Like' - and he hesitated before saying the childhood word - 'Angels.

I love only life. But life can only continue in the face of death.

At sixty I look back on a life of deep disappointments, of withered hopes, of unlooked for suffering, of severe discipline.

This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.

Take from my head the thorn-wreath brown! No mortal grief deserves that crown. O supreme Love, chief misery, The sharp regalia are for Thee Whose days eternall…