In the midst of life, we are in death.
That boyish type of criminal is usually intensely vain. Once prick the bubble of their self-esteem and it is finished! They go to pieces like children.
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
It takes so little to undermine public confidence in a man.
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well, lest one stumble upon one’s hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
