If people and their manner of living were alike everywhere, there would not be much point in moving from one place to another.
The sky hides the night behind it, and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.
No one can ever heap enough insults upon me to suit my taste. I think we all really thrive on hostility, because it's the most intense kind of massage the ego can undergo. Other people's indifference is the only horror.