So moderate is insisting that North Korea should open door to outside.
I suppose for whatever reason I actively welcome being put down, something which perhaps goes back to my upbringing – that accusation of not being worthy which could be laid at one’s door.
Never open the door to a lesser evil, for other and greater ones invariably slink in after it.
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
God enters by a private door into every individual.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
It is a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth,’ and so it goes away. Puzzling.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.