Also, there were skid marks in front of the skunk. The tragedy in life is not what men suffer, but what they miss. To the intelligent man or woman, life appears infinitely mysterious, but the stupid have an answer for every question. There is no fairness and there is no justice in this world. Those are human concepts and function only in the world of ideas.
All ideals suffer in the confrontation with reality.
There is no paradise and there are no utopian ways of conduct. There are only principles and the ironic sorrow that comes from trying to live according to those principles. A book's a great place to hide out in - Trevanian Humility is a right estimate of oneself. One hour's meditation on the work of the creator is better than seventy years of prayer. Some are traversed swiftly while others extend so far into the future one cannot predict their end.