In Henry Adams, I discovered not only the prototype of the modern thinker but also someone who is more interesting: a viper-toothed, puling, supercilious crank, thwarted in ambition, aging gracelessly, mad at the cosmos, and ashamed of his own jejune ideals. He is nevertheless very dear to me.
I've been irresponsible many, many, many times and that has resulted in my being fat.
Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.
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