Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.

[Reformers] might be classified as a distinct species having eyes in the back of their heads.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.

The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.

...America has enjoyed the doubtful blessing of a single-track mind. We are able to accommodate, at a time, only one national hero; and we demand that that hero shall be uniform and invincible. As a literate people we are preoccupied, neither with the race nor the individual, but with the type. Yesterday, we romanticized the "tough guy;" today, we are romanticizing the underprivileged, tough or tender; tomorrow, we shall begin to romanticize the pure primitive.

It would appear, from the best examples, that the proper way of beginning a preface to one's work is with a humble apology for having written at all.