He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.

A classic,' suggested Anthony, 'is a successful book that has survived the reaction of the next period or generation. Then it's safe, like a style in architecture or furniture. It's acquired a picturesque dignity to take the place of its fashion.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

I care not who hoes the lettuce of my country if I can eat the salad!

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

Never confuse activity with action.

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