At One With The One, It Didn't

No Building Was Safe From The Furniture, The Pictures, The Human Beings That It Would Presently Contain.

Despair Is The Price One Pays For Setting Himself An Impossible Aim.

...every Monologue Sooner Or Later Becomes A Discussion.

When You Visualized A Man Or A Woman Carefully, You Could Always Begin To Feel Pity . . . That Was A Quality God's Image Carried With It . . . When You Saw The Lines At The Corners Of The Eyes, The Shape Of The Mouth, How The Hair Grew, It Was Impossible To Hate. Hate Was Just A Failure Of Imagination.

A Single Feat Of Daring Can Alter The Whole Conception Of What Is Possible.