Whether I give to a beggar or not, his existence puts me in the wrong.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.
True wit has a grave intention.
Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.
Electricity, water, gas, and steam course through the walls of my building, keeping it alive.