A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.

I shall continue to explore-the astonishment of living.

From birth to death we are alone.

One never knows when one is old for certain.

if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.

Things come suitable to the time.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?