Suspect too much sweet talk but never close your mind.
Two buckets were easier carried than one. / I grew up in between.
The end of art is peace.
I suppose I did feel a certain public pressure always.
The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life.
When I was teaching, I gave a lot of my mind and anxiety to it. There was always something clenched and anxious in me until the classes were over.