Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.
You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Out of all this struggle a good thing is going to grow. That makes it worthwhile.
Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain.
It is one of the triumphs of the human that he can know a thing and still not believe it.