My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.
Wipe your glosses with what you know.
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.
To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
A nation is the same people living in the same place.