He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o'clock, and start writing at once.
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
Too excited to be genuinely happy
Life is too short to read a bad book.