Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.
What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.
Finding a way to live the simple life is one of life's supreme complications.
The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.