And his hands would plait the priest's entrails, For want of a rope, to strangle kings. - Denis Diderot

The worst of it is how need forces you into certain postures. The man in need doesn’t walk like other people; he jumps, he crawls, he contorts himself, he drags himself along; he spends his life in positions that he has had to take up and maintain.

It is better to reveal a weakness than allow oneself be suspected of a vice.

There are things I can't force. I must adjust. There are times when the greatest change needed is a change of my viewpoint.