I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark

I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.

I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark

I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.

Every life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.