Rain didn't make things messy. People did that all on their own.

If you are positive about your calling, then it does not matter how hard or complicated it is.

There are no snares more dangerous than those which lurk under the guise of duty or the name of relationship.

She remained silent. There was nothing left to say. He'd said it all the night before. He had to end it. He could never leave his wife. And, in fact, she had known this. Although she loved him - and truly she did - he wasn't hers. He belonged to his wife. She'd earned him. It didn't matter that he was her first love or that she was his passion. It didn't matter that they had loved one another for more than half their lives. It didn't matter that he had married his wife on the rebound. It didn't matter that he didn't love the woman. It didn't even matter that they had turned into some soap-opera cliche. He was married to someone else and that meant that she was leftovers and destined to remain on the periphery in the shadow of another woman's marriage. But no more. She was well and truly sick of it.

I thought he'd pick me, I know he has kids, but when it came down to it, I really thought he'd pick me.'Tears rolled down her face and her nose ran. She sniffed.'I know I'm selfish'You're human'I wanted him to abandon his children.

Some of the simplest of truths are also some of the most difficult of truths, but such is Christianity: 'If it's not about Christ, it's not about life.

History as well as life itself is complicated -- neither life nor history is an enterprise for those who seek simplicity and consistency.

The problem with radiation research is that you are constantly battling the biological effects of delayed radiation complications.

He's completely complicated. And lost. And frustrating. But we do something for each other. . . . We fit. We need each other.

Le vrai est trop simple, il faut y arriver toujours par le compliqué.'[Letter to Armand Barbès, 12 May 1867].