Many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares
if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.

Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.

The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends.

What I like in a good author isn't what he says, but what he whispers.