Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
"It is hard to be brave," said Piglet, sniffing slightly, "when you're only a Very Small Animal."
I was (and am) a terrible conversationist but consider myself a good communicator.
Luxury, that baneful poison, has unstrung and enfeebled her sons.
We fear to know the fearsome and unsavory aspects of ourselves, but we fear even more to know the godlike in ourselves.
I felt that the murderer was in the room. Sitting with us — listening. one of us
Last time I had my hands on you, you felt like a bird - struggling to escape. You'll never escape now...
Fear is incomplete knowledge.
Weak and kindly people are often very treacherous. And if they’ve got a grudge against life it saps the little moral strength that they may posses.