Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

Then when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.

Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.