If prayer fails I am in a greater darkness yet, not knowing whether I have presumed too much or believed too little. - Morris West

They're a migratory tribe, so you find them everywhere […] They're hardy, longevitous, resistant to infection by disease or new ideas, little modified by regional influences. The accent drifts a bit, maybe. The dialect adapts itself to the local patois: but that's a chameleon's trick: protective colouring, no more. The rest of it, the sinuous mind, the easy passion, the leery eye, the ready smile, the fine, swaggering, billycock-and-shillelagh walk, the flexible moralities, the bel canto oratory, the black bilious angers, these never change.

Me gusta caminar. Me gusta esta hora en que han salido las estrellas, los niños duermen y los centinelas están demasiado cansados como para vigilar atentamente. Es una hora de esperanzas. Todos necesitamos esperanzas.

Look at him by scale and proportion and you find him on the one hand a minuscule dwarf, in a universe without apparent limits. Measure him by another scale and you find in partial control of the enormity in which he lives…