Everybody who does anything at all does too much.
To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.
I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.
Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.
Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.
The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.