I am struck here by the curious mixture of justice and injustice in our lives. We are blamed for our real faults but usually not on the right occasions.

According to Christian teachers, the essential vice, the utmost evil, is Pride.

You would not call a man humane for ceasing to set mousetraps if he did so because he believed there were no mice in the house.

A myth is a lie that conveys a truth.

Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.

Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.