Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.
Also, perhaps children are sterner than grown-up people in their refusal to suffer, in their refusal, even, to feel at all.
nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Autumn arrives in the early morning.
The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.
A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.