Duty is but a pot. It holds whatever is put in it, from the greatest evil to the greatest good.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.

I am infinitely strange to myself.

Follow the accident, fear the fixed plan--that is the rule.

I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.

People knew less of each other, perhaps, but they felt more free of each other, and so were more individual. The entire world was not for them only a push or a switch away. Strangers were strange, and sometimes with an exciting, beautiful strangeness. It may be better for humanity that we should communicate more and more.