The newspapers are full of what we would like to happen to us and what we hope will never happen to us.

Hazard has conditioned us to live in hazard. All our pleasures are dependent on it. Even though I arrange for a pleasure, and look forward to it, my eventual enjoyment of it is still a matter of hazard. Wherever time passes, there is hazard.

You're not me. You can't feel like I feel." "I can feel." "No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine." "It's not fine. It's just not so bad.

And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did.

Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.

But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating.

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