"Assumptions are unopened windows that foolish birds fly into, and their broken bodies are evidence gathered too late."
"William," the professor said, softly, "what now is your weapon?"...."Truth," he whispered, his voice rasping. He cleared his throat. "Truth is my sword." ...."And what now is your defense?" Colour returned to Billy's face, and his jaw tightened. His voice surged with emotion. "Faith...faith is my shield."
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Source: Bryan Davis (2012). “Liberator”, p.141, Zondervan
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