The passions are the same in every conflict, large or small.
Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
With age, comfort becomes more seductive than beauty.
Children would die of terror if they knew the folly and ignorance of their caretakers.
We understand through resemblance.