We still and always want waking.

I breathed the air of history all unaware, and walked oblivious through its littered layers.

People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television; they prefer books.

The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.

For all the insularity of the old guard, Pittsburgh was always an open and democratic town.

I feel as though I stand at the foot of an infinitely high staircase, down which some exuberant spirit is flinging tennis ball after tennis ball, eternally, and the one thing I want in the world is a tennis ball.

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.