I thought so hard I got a headache.

I thought so hard I got a headache.

Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect.

Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect.

Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that read more

Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. Her life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, she would never have been able to find these words.

Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to read more

Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to what he can in his old beliefs even when he is compelled to surrender their logical basis.

He that has pity on the poor lends to the Lord.

He that has pity on the poor lends to the Lord.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break read more

Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.

It has to be displayed, this face, on a more or less horizontal plane. Imagine a man wearing a mask, read more

It has to be displayed, this face, on a more or less horizontal plane. Imagine a man wearing a mask, and imagine that the elastic which holds the mask on has just broken, so that the man (rather than let the mask slip off) has to tilt his head back and balance the mask on his real face. This is the kind of tyranny which Lawson's face exerts over the rest of his body as he cruises along the corridors. He doesn't look down his nose at you, he looks along his nose.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by read more

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.