Each new generation is a fresh invasion of savages.

Some of the shells brought my heart into my mouth; lying there waiting for them was intolerable. I was sure I was going to be blown to pieces.

Religions change; beer and wine remain.

Local color has a fatal tendency to remain local; but it is also true that the universal often borders on the void

Here the Frenchman, Spaniard, and Englishman all passed, leaving each his legend; and a brilliant and more or less feudal civilization with its aristocracy and slaves has departed with the economic system upon which it rested.

Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity.

Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.