“ Her shoes were comfortable. They reflected her hope for the evening. ”
We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops---which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.
~ William Peter Blatty
The child was slender as fleeting hope.
Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness... and perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God.
God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.
