Freedom does not guarantee masterpieces.
A facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.
We move between two darknesses.
If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.
When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.
It is not that the Englishman can't feel-it is that he is afraid to feel. He has been taught at his public school that feeling is bad form. He must not express great joy or sorrow, or even open his mouth too wide when he talks-his pipe might fall out if he did.