We live in the world when we love it.
Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear.
He looked as if he were anxiously balancing a large handful of tact$$$ without quite knowing where to put it down.
But the world is a dark enough place for even a little flicker to be welcome.
To see yourself as the world sees you may be very brave$$$ but it can also be very foolish.
Do not speak of your happiness to one less fortunate than yourself.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer$$$ the mirror$$$ or the painter?
The sequence of mutation occurs in every second$$$ yet is comprehensible only at the end of a series.
It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives$$$ his ideas live.
You see$$$ life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.