There is a terrible loneliness in the spring.
Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.
nations decay from within more often than they surrender to outward assault.
Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.
I don't like human nature, but I do like human beings.
For me, the novel is experience illumined by imagination.