He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea that perhaps if one delayed long enough, things were taken out of one's hands altogether by death.
The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.
Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.
I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.
For a good man fame is always a problem.
There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.