I Was Pretending That I Did Not

A Pretty Sight, A Lady With A Book.

It Might Be Suggested, And Not Easily Disproven That Anything, No Matter How Exotic, Can Be Believed By Someone. On The Other Hand, Abstract Belief Is Largely Impossible; It Is The Concrete, The Actuality Of The Cup, The Candle, The Sacrificial Stone, Which Hardens Belief; The Statue Is Nothing Until It Cries, The Philosophy Is Nothing Until The Philosopher Is Martyred.

So Long As You Write It Away Regularly Nothing Can Really Hurt You.

Hill House, She Thought, You're As Hard To Get Into As Heaven.

Poor Strangers, They Have So Much To Be Afraid Of.