“Happiness," said he, "must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty.”

“For such is the fate of parody: it must never fear exaggerating. If it strikes home, it will only prefigure something that others will then do without a smile--and without a blush--in steadfast virile seriousness.”

“Man cannot live without a permanent trust in something indestructible in himself, and at the same time that indestructible something as well as his trust in it may remain permanently concealed from him.”

“Verily, a man without fear is either dead or happy to die.”

“A man must follow through on something once he decides it. I said that, right? But watching your friends get done in without doing something? That’s not being a man at all!”

“My fears?”“Yes.”“I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’spause. “I fear it like the proverbialblind man who’s afraid of the dark.”