People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
There is no such thing as an underestimate of average intelligence.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
People were still cramming down the stairs, and more were squeezing past the turnstiles and down the escalators onto the platforms, but it was clear to me that this wasn't going to have a happy ending.
It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on.
No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.