How can I be sure I've succeeded, if I can't remember what I was trying to do
Forgive me for allowing myself to be hurt by you so easily.
Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?
Is there life in other families?
I've learned so much from my failures that I'm thinking of having some more.