Thrift is an attractive idea until you get down to specifics.
Suspense combines curiosity with fear and pulls them up a rising slope.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.
Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.
Reading gives you some place to go when you have to stay where you are.