The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

I was never allowed to read the popular American children's books of my day because, as my mother said, the children spoke bad English without the author's knowing it.

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?

I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.