I don't go in for being sorry for people. For one thing it's insulting. One is only sorry for people if they are sorry for themselves. Self-pity is the biggest stumbling block in our world today.

~Jessop

The point is that one's got an instinct to live. One does not live because one's reason assents to living. People who, as we say, 'would be better dead,' don’t want to die! People who apparently have got everything to live for just let themselves fade out of life because they have not got the energy to fight.

Do you not realize, Hastings, that each and everyone of us is a complete mystery with layers. We each try to judge each other, but nine times out of ten, we are wrong.

They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

I learned (what I suppose I really knew already) that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back — that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a One Way Street, isn’t it?

Diez negritos se fueron a cenar;
uno se asfixió y quedaron nueve.

Nueve negritos estuvieron despiertos hasta muy tarde;
uno se quedó dormido y entonces quedaron ocho.

Ocho negritos viajaron por Devon;
uno dijo que se quedaría allí y quedaron siete.

Siete negritos cortaron leña;
uno se cortó en dos y quedaron seis.

Seis negritos jugaron con una colmena;
una abeja picó a uno de ellos y quedaron cinco.

Cinco negritos estudiaron Derecho;
uno se hizo magistrado y quedaron cuatro.

Cuatro negritos fueron al mar;
un arenque rojo se tragó a uno y quedaron tres.

Tres negritos pasearon por el zoo;
un gran oso atacó a uno y quedaron dos.

Dos negritos se sentaron al sol;
uno de ellos se tostó y sólo quedó uno.

Un negrito quedó sólo;
se ahorcó y no quedó… ¡ninguno!