Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair.
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.'