Love. Love is the key. Love and family. For what are night and day, the sun, the moon, the stars without love, and those you love around you? What could be more hollow than to die alone, unloved?

Life is very sweet, brother, who would wish to die?

Do you pray, Mr. Lamb? 

Good Lord, son, no, I do not. I was, in days gone by, a believer. But alas, I came to this beleaguered land, and the God in me just … evaporated. Let us change our toast, sir. To the God who has forgotten us. 

nocrimeinthewasteland:

“It salves the heart - the mountains, the trees, the endless plains. The moon, the myriad of stars. Every man can be made quiet and complete, even the lowliest misanthrope or the most wretched of sinners.”

nocrimeinthewasteland:

“It salves the heart - the mountains, the trees, the endless plains. The moon, the myriad of stars. Every man can be made quiet and complete, even the lowliest misanthrope or the most wretched of sinners.”