I've never experienced chronic pain myself, but I have known many people over the years who have.
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
At that time [1954], as a result of political events, I was deeply preoccupied by my relations with the Communist Party.
We may taste of every turn of chance - now rule as Kings, now serve as Slaves; now love, now hate; now prosper, and now perish. But still, through all, we are the same; for this is the marvel of Identity.
They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.
You are always damned by things that you do well as an actor.