To a thrifty theologian, bent on redemption with economy, there are few points of ethics too fine-spun for splitting.

There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

Cruelty is the only sin.

You look as if you had lived on duty and it hadn't agreed with you.

That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.

. . . this rage - I have never forgotten it - contained every anger, every revolt I had ever felt in my life - the way I felt when I saw the black dog hunted, the way I felt when I watched old Uncle Henry taken away to the almshouse, the way I felt whenever I had seen people or animals hurt for the pleasure or profit of others.

It is easy to convince a man who already thinks as you do.