In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Our vices are attempts to combine self-medication and enjoyment.
Courage overrides self-doubt, but does not end it.
If we knew enough, fortune would turn out to be nature.
Faith no doubt moves mountains, but not necessarily to where we want them.