Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

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.

A Key is a very specialized lockpick.

A Key is just a metal password.

The Key is an object with a special knack for tricking you into thinking it does not belong to the right lock.