All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection.

A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.

I decline to accept the end of man.

Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone.

It feels almost soft, like something to be caressed. Only gold feels that way.