No use saying necessity is making a mistake.

As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.

I'm being treated like a sex object, cried the lady. No matter. I will take care of it, said Time soothingly.

Do as you like--if you know what it is.

Both faith and cynicism make judgment too easy.

The depressed fall back exhausted from every undertaking.

Whatever is spoken of acquires a certain existence.