Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.
A shortage is a sign that somebody is keeping the price artificially lower than it would be if supply and demand were allowed to operate freely.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
I am not wise, but I have learned a great deal simply by staying alive.