I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.
Most prisons are of our own making. A man makes his own freedom, too.
The truth, I discovered, is a tree that grows as a man gains access to experience. A child sees the acorn of his daily life, but a man looks back on the oak.
Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?
Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But they grieve for many years.
Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.