We all have faults, mine is being wicked. - James Thurber

It’s forty kilometers through hell, sir,” said the sergeant. Mitty finished one last brandy. “After all,” he said softly, “what isn’t?

...the Princess Saralinda thought she saw, as people often think they see, on clear and windless days, the distant shining shores of Ever After. Your guess is quite as good as mine (there are a lot of things that shine) but I have always thought she did, and I will always think so.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I’ve not seen.