Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers

I Look Back, Now, And I Know That The Naming Moment, Which Seemed So Insignificant Then, Which Seemed To Demand No More Than An Arbitrary And Superstitious Yes Or No, Was In Fact A Pivotal Moment In My Life.

Justice Is A Judgement That Is Both Fair And Forgiving. Justice Is Not Done Until Everyone Is Satisfied, Even Those Who Offend Us And Must Be Punished By Us. You Can See, By What We Have Done With These Two Boys, That Justice Is Not Only The Way We Punish Those Who Do Wrong. It Is Also The Way We Try To Save Them.

Nothing Ever Fits The Palm So Perfectly, Or Feels So Right, Or Inspires So Much Protective Instinct As The Hand Of A Child

The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

Every Human Heart Beat Is A Universe Of Possibilities.