There is a world which I alone rule, but it ends at my fingertips.

Time will end all my troubles, but I don't always approve of Time's methods.

Love is a strange commodity, because you can't import it if you don't also export it.

I am eagerly awaiting my next disappointment.

My life so far has been a long series of things I wasn't ready for.

How can you call it unreasonable when all I want is my own way?

You can never discard too many bad ideas.