Character: Ralph de Bricassart

Never before have I been so happy and so unhappy.

Each day I slowly die, every morning when mass is celebrated, are born again. But why? Because I am the shepherd, chosen by God, or because I hear my flock in awe held his breath, know his power over every person in the temple?

What infernal torture - life! Thank God I'd had the courage to go to its very edge.

Here, on the edge of the world, you have three invincible enemy - heat, dust and flies. No matter how you try, you to get rid of them.

- What could be hitting this Holy man so much that he did Jilly axis of its activities?
I don't know. Something extraordinary? The sudden salvation of thousands of souls at once, suddenly opened the gift to heal the lame and the blind... But the time of miracles has passed.
- Well, come on, I highly doubt it. Just the Lord God changed the technique. In our days he uses money.

Maybe this is hell is a long time earthly bondage. May be destined to us the torments of hell we suffer, when we live...

Yes, I desperately fought with you, my Maggie! And yet in the end not you, the broken pieces, I need to glue the pieces, and somehow collect their own debris.

There are no such objectives for which it was possible to break the heart of another person.

- Everything in the world has the right to be born, even an idea.
- You know what I mean, right?
- Probably, you know.
- Not everything that is born, well, Maggie.
Yes. But if it's born, then it was meant to be.

It's nice to compete in wit with the enemy equally subtle mind, it's nice to beat him in the discernment because in actual fact can never be sure that it really it superior.

I'll never forget you, until death will not forget. And I will live a long, long time, it will be my punishment.

Meggie is the mirror in which I was destined to see that I am an ordinary mortal.

To understand what error, does not mean it is correct.

No one will ever experience the pain of others, each destined to their own.