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

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

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.

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

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

Religions change; beer and wine remain.

Legends are material to be moulded, and not facts to be recorded.