For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

It feels a long way up and down from zero.

If I were to choose one single thing that that would restore Paris to the senses, it would be that strangely sweet, unhealthy smell of the Métro, so very unlike the dank cold or the stuffy heat of subways in New York.

I suppose one has to remember that 'life' is important too, though it's something I forget in some moods, everything except work seeming like an interruption or really non-life.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!