Dreams reveal we never quite get 'over' anything: it's all still in there somewhere.

Sublime places repeat in grand terms a lesson that ordinary life typically teaches viciously: that the universe is mightier than we are, that we are frail and temporary and have no alternative but to accept limitations on our will; that we must bow to necessities greater than ourselves.

It is this idea 'decency' should be attached to wealth -and 'indecency'' to poverty - that forms the core of one strand of skeptical complaint against the modern status-ideal. Why should failure to make money be taken as a sign of an unconditionally flawed human being rather than of a fiasco in one particular area if the far larger, more multifaceted, project of leading a good life? Why should both wealth and poverty be read as the predominant guides to an individual's morals ?

Most of us still caged within careers chosen for us by our not entirely worldly 18-22 year old selves.

There is always the option of being emotionally lazy, that is, of quoting.

Not being understood may be taken as a sign that there is much in one to understand.

The finest proof of our loyalty toward one another was our monstrous disloyalties towards everyone else.