“Blessed are the peacemakers:for they shall be called the children of God.”

“I was an hungred and ye gave me meat I was thirsty and ye gave me drink I was a stranger and ye took me in.”

“Rachel weeping for her children and would not be comforted because they are not.”

“For many are called but few are chosen.”

“The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.”

“It was founded upon a rock.”

“How do you mourn endless numbers of people in endless numbers of places? Is there a form for it, a requisite time and place for mourning? Is there ever an end to it? Can there ever be an end to it?”

“It's all rather political, mourning is.”

“And that was part of the tragedy: I had just started to know her. I was mourning the relationship that could have blossomed but didnt have a chance to grow.”