The hands behind me gave me another shove.
You should not live one way in private, another in public.
There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
My friends are my estate.
There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.