Deep down in everyone was sorrow and certainty.
In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.
Death must be got through as life had been, just somehow.
the Church will go on being a Royal Academy of Males.
A happy childhood is perhaps the most-fortunate gift in life.
... men want recognition of their work, to help them believe in themselves.