Let his name be cleared and everyone else adjust their thinking. He had put in time, now they must do the work. His business was simple. Find Cecilia and love her, marry her and live without shame.

All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them.

The moment you lose curiosity in the world, you might as well be dead.

In a language as idiomatically stressed as English, opportunities for misreadings are bound to arise. By a mere backward movement of stress, a verb can become a noun, an act a thing. To refuse, to insist on saying no to what you believe is wrong, becomes at a stroke refuse, an insurmountable pile of garbage.

Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destory?

He was looking at her with amused suspicion. There was something between them, and even she had to acknowledge that a tame remark about the weather sounded perverse.

was it possible that i was, in the modern term, in denial?