You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
Facts are the enemy of truth.
My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I will not resign myself...
Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly.