To lose one's life is but to lose the present; and, clearly, to lose a defiled, worthless present is not to lose much.

Even the sober desire for progress is sustained by faith—faith in the intrinsic goodness of human nature and in the omnipotence of science. It is a defiant and blasphemous faith, not unlike that held by the men who set out to build a "city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven" and who believed that "nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.

To a man utterly without a sense of belonging, mere life is all that matters. It is the only reality in an eternity of nothingness, and he clings to it with shameless despair.

I'm a true believer in prayer, a big believer in prayer.

I'm a true believer that if someone bothers you, you care.

I'm a firm believer in the hustle game.