Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?
nothing is more restful than conformity.
Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.
Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.