The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.
There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.
We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.