Kenneth Smith II

“Now the son whose father's existance in this world is historical and speculative even before the son has entered it in a bad way. All his life he carries before him the idol of a perfection to which he can never attain. The father dead has euchered his son of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more than his goods.He will not hear of the small mean ways that tempered the man in life. He will not see him struggling in follies of his own devising. No. The world which he inherits bears him false witness. He is broken before a frozen god and he will never find his way.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!”
― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.”
― Elizabeth Barrett Browning