Paradise is exactly like where you are right now... only much, much better.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.
Now we were descending just as steeply.
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?