Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.