The Insignificance of Man is a congenial theme; my own insignificance is a sore point.
When my expectations are exactly fulfilled, I feel that something uncanny has happened.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
Beggars market their incapacity.
Sulking is silent because speaking would reveal its folly.
Many have attempted unnatural acts, but Nature has always shown the way.