Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.
It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.
The world is fleeting; all things pass away; Or is it we that pass and they that stay?
The only business of the historian is to relate things exactly as they are: this he can never do as long as he is afraid
I'll be reading books until the next challenger arrives. That will calm my nerves, so that I may deal with all situations without panicking.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.