She knew few words and believed in none.
I have lived hard and ruined the essential innocence [sic] in myself that could make it that possible [sic], and the fact that I have abused liquor is something to be paid for with suffering and death perhaps but not renunciation.
The rich are different from us.
The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?
She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.
I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.