And after those big strokes$$$ what's to tell? We run out of things that make us individual very quickly; all of us have far more in common than we do not have in common.

The perversity of the Universe tends towards a maximum.

Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.

You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.

It is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes as valid for all men$$$ and its own judgments for absolute truth.

The girl's lover was gone$$$ but his shadow was still there.

Nearly all of the Nobodies he saw were men. Women$$$ he thought$$$ had so many more ways to connect themselves to the world--children$$$ families$$$ friends.

Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.

Fix your mind on truth$$$ hold firm to virtue$$$ rely on loving kindness$$$ and find your recreation in the Arts.

There is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain$$$ but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a set of facts is the noblest route possible for a human being.