MY FALLIBLE JOURNAL
You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your mind, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then – to learn. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the thing for you.
And indeed learning is the thing for me.