Sometimes fear could be forgotten$$$ but never for long.

And why should it not be terrifying? A little terror$$$ in my view$$$ is good for the soul$$$ when it is terror in the face of a noble object.

They were anxious to make men of us$$$ by which they meant making us like themselves.

How much more complicated life is than the attainment of a Ph.D. would lead one to believe!

Anger falling asleep at the heart.

Are we savages or what?

To be a book-collector is to combine the worst characteristics of a dope fiend with those of a miser.

No action is ever lost - nothing we do is without result. It's obvious$$$ of course$$$ but how many people ever really believe it$$$ or act as if it were so?

I'd give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars.

Innocence is a kind of insanity