Conversation is best with lulls — Repose is as necessary in conversation as in a picture.

The Conversation is that which makes for friends rather than vice versa.

Conversation is our account of ourselves. All we have, all we can, all we know is brought into play, and as the reproduction, in finer form, of all our havings.

Conversation is feminine, circular and radiant of the underlying unity.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

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.

Hope is one of those things that does not heal but it does allow us to suffer a little longer.

Hope is a song in a weary throat.

Hope is found in contradiction.

Hope is not a great investment strategy.