Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.

Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.

Reading is such a personal thing to me. I'd much rather give someone a gift certificate to a bookstore, and let that person choose his or her own books.

I started reading the big histories and the small histories, the memoirs and so forth. At some point, I found the diary of William E. Dodd.

The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.

Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.