It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.

A light here required a shadow there.

Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.

Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought.

For nothing was simply one thing.

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.