Funerals prove that someone is really gone.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
I feel that I have something significant to say, but I cannot think what it is.
Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.
If you have no power, talk about your influence. If you have power, talk about the constraints that hem you in.
The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.