Freedom costs you a great deal.
I'm too old to recover, too narrow to forgive myself.
Nobody outside of a baby carriage or a judge's chamber believes in an unprejudiced point of view.
Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.
Fashions in sin change.
Decisions, particularly important ones, have always made me sleepy, perhaps because I know that I will have to make them by instinct, and thinking things out is only what other people tell me I should do.