The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.

“I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, w…”

“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or a…”

“Can a man think out his life, or must he just tag along?”

“You know about the ugliness in people. You showed me the pictures. You use all …”