Descartes, the Frenchman, had little trouble knowing that he existed. N.D. Wilson More Quotes by N.D. Wilson More Quotes From N.D. Wilson Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds. N.D. Wilson aka hair children If you knew the meaning of life, would you necessarily like it? N.D. Wilson meaning-of-life ifs Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you. N.D. Wilson dying honor father When you depart from standard usage, it should be deliberate and not an accidental lapse. Like a poet who breaks the rules of poetry for creative effect, this only works when you know and respect the rule you are breaking. If you have never heard of the rules you are breaking, you have no right to do so, and you are likely to come off like a buffoon or a barbarian. Breaking rules, using slang and archaic language can be effective, but it is just as likely to give you an audience busy with wincing. N.D. Wilson lapses creative giving Man is born to trouble. Man is born for trouble. Man is born to battle trouble. Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded--under torch and hammer and chisel--into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God. N.D. Wilson battle fighting men God's big enough that small doesn't matter. N.D. Wilson bigs enough matter May my living be grace to those behind me. N.D. Wilson behinds grace may Caves and darkness can't hold you when you die, they can only hold your bones. N.D. Wilson bones caves darkness Hold your tongue if you'd like to keep it." - Jaques N.D. Wilson tongue ifs We grasp because God does. We create, and fall short, because God does. We continue creating because we fell short, and fall short again, because God does. Because one act of creation, one attempt at capture, is only one breath and we must breathe again. And again. And again. Here we stand (and sit and sleep), the many images of the Imager, and we can do no other. N.D. Wilson creating sleep fall Summer has come with the loveliness of a mother Heat, not warmth, now pours onto my face, aging me, taking me closer to death. N.D. Wilson self mother summer