She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

When he felt his heart hurt he turned into something stronger than a little boy, and he grew up this way. A heart that flashed from heart to stone, heart to stone.

Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?

Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

Written By Henry Miller

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