The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.

I Never Deviated From My Grim Determination To Someday Have All The Money I Needed And Wanted.

The Human Race Is Not Very Admirable. It Was A Big Mistake Of God's.

The More Wants A Man Has, The Less Freedom.

Money? I Lost All Taste For It.