Yes, light, there is no other word for it.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

Enough. Sudden enough. Sudden all far. No move and sudden all far. All least. Three pins. One pinhole. In dimmost dim. Vasts apart. At bounds of boundless void. Whence no farther. Best worse no farther. Nohow less. Nohow worse. Nohow naught. Nohow on.

Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.

The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).

That penny farthing hell you call your mind