Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.

Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.

And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life.

There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

If you try to create a type, you may end with nothing. If you do a good job of creating an individual, you may succeed at creating a type.

There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.