“I find a certain comfort," confesses Marinus, "in humanity's helplessness.”
“Humanity can be roughly divided into three sorts of people - those who find comfort in literature, those who find comfort in personal adornment, and those who find comfort in food;”
“New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive.”
“therefore i live for today-certain of finding at sunriseguidance and strength for the way.power for each moment of weakness,hope for each moment of pain,comfort for every sorrow,sunshine and joy after rain!”
“What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.”
“a helplessly devoted student of human frailty”