Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends.Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets?Death: I have no secrets.Antonius Block: So do you know nothing?Death: I am unknowing.
This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
Love is the blackest of all plagues... if one could die of it, there would be some pleasure in love, but you don't die of it.
Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.
