The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

There was even a recurrent idea in America about an education that would leave out history and the past, that should be a sort of equipment for aerial adventure, weighed down by none of the stowaways of inheritance or tradition.

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.