Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all.

I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

For the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.

Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

Even if what you're working on doesn't go anywhere, it will help you with the next thing you're doing. Make yourself available for something to happen. Give it a shot.

The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.