I have never wished there was a God to call on- I have often wished there was a God to thank.

Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night.

he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.

A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.