Action is character.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can't. Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical ill-considered criticism.

I'm not much like myself any more.

Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own dream's shadow.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.