You'll Never Get To Be A Saint

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

Death, After All, Is The Common Expectation From Birth. Neither Heroes Nor Cowards Can Escape It.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

One Century's Saint Is The Next Century's Heretic ... And One Century's Heretic Is The Next Century's Saint. It Is As Well To Think Long And Calmly Before Affixing Either Name To Any Man.

There Is In The End No Remedy But Truth. It Is The One Course That Cannot Be Evil.