A Door is just a really short tunnel.

The Door gets angry with the wind.

A Door is a house mouth

The Door is the key.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

The Hand is that which human beings think with. It is their hands that provide the answer of curiosity, that feel and pinch and turn and lift and heft. There are animals that have brains of respectable size, but they have no hands and that makes all the difference.

The Hand is the tool of tools.

The Hand is unique to the human. Apes too have organs that can grasp, but they do not have hands... hands reach, and extend, receive and welcome.

The Hand is a conventionalized bread-hook.