What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.

Matthew,' she said, 'have you ever loved someone and it became yourself?' For a moment he did not answer. Taking up the decanter he held it to the light. 'Robin can go anywhere, do anything,' Nora continued, 'because she forgets, and I nowhere because I remember.' She came toward him. 'Matthew,' she said, 'you think I have always been like this. Once I was remorseless, but this is another love — it goes everywhere; there is no place for it to stop — it rots me away.

My war brought me many things; let yours bring you as much. Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself. No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into, and remember Lady Macbeth, who had her mind in her hand. We can't all be as safe as that.

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.