Sensationalism Dies Quickly, Fear Is Long-lived.

A Mother's Love For Her Child Is Like Nothing Else In The World.

Things Go Entirely Differently From The Way You Planned Them.

Words, Mademoiselle, Are Only The Outer Clothing Of Ideas.

There Are Some People Who Don't Conform To The Signals. An Ordinary Well-regulated Locomotive Slows Down Or Pulls Up When It Sees The Red Light Hoisted Against It. Perhaps I Was Born Color Blind. When I See The Red Signal -- I Can't Help Forging Ahead. And In The End, You Know, That Spells Disaster.

No Sign, So Far, Of Anything Sinister—but I Live In Hope.