We Are Born Knowing Death.

Your Mind Outwears All Sorts Of Things You May Set Your Heart Upon; You Can Enjoy It When All Other Things Are Taken Away.

Childhood Is The Fiery Furnace In Which We Are Melted Down To Essentials And That Essential Shaped For Good.

The Nose Is Surely One Of The Most Impressionable, If Not Positively Erotic, Of All Our Unruly Members.

I Started Out With Nothing In The World But A Kind Of Passion, A Driving Desire. I Don't Know Where It Came From, And I Don't Know Why - Or Why I Have Been So Stubborn About It That Nothing Could Deflect Me. But This Thing Between Me And My Writing Is The Strongest Bond I Have Ever Had - Stronger Than Any Bond Or Any Engagement With Any Human Being Or With Any Other Work I've Ever Done.

We Have The Bad Habit, Some Of Us, Of Looking Back To A Time - Almost Any Time Will Do - When Society Was Stable And Orderly, Family Ties Stronger And Deeper, Love More Lasting And Faithful, And So On. Let Me Be Your Cassandra Prophesying After The Fact, And A Long Study Of The Documents In The Case: It Was Never True, That Is, No Truer Than It Is Now.